**First public story submission, so apologies if things are a bit jankey. Contains lots of nastiness, including but not limited to: futadom, futa on female, cuckold, SPH, bondage, etc.

All character are over the age of 18.

Hope you enjoy :) **

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"Harder!...Ughh! Harder, fuck my dripping pussy harder, Skye! I love you, keep fucking me, baby! Oh god, harder, harder!" Willow shouted from below him as her legs wrapped even tighter around his waist.

They'd been fucking for nearly 10 minutes straight now, having gone from doggy to missionary to their current position of him standing to fuck her as she lay with her back on the bed, legs wrapped around his waist and hips lifted up to join with his dick as he fucked her with everything he had. Skylar was clenching his teeth almost as hard as he was tensing his abdominals at this point, desperately trying to hold himself off from cumming before she did, yet again.

It wasn't as though she'd never cum from his dick, up until recently they'd seemed to enjoy a wonderful sex life, but over the last couple months it felt like he could count the times she had on one hand. Time was wearing on him, 10 minutes was pretty much hitting his maximum limit, stamina wise and climax wise, and he'd never been able last much longer than that with how good she felt around him and how hot her dirty talk made him. He could feel his balls tightening as his body screamed to just let go and unload.

"Oh, fuck! Wil...I can't...I can't hold it, I'm gonna-"

"No, no, no! Not yet baby I'm so close! Just keep going a little more! Ram that cock in me just a bit more! You feel so good inside my cunt Skye, I'm so wet for you...I love you- just fuck me harder! Make me cum on your dick baby!"

He couldn't.

"Fuck...its...aaaooohhhh shit!" His primal instincts took over bodily control, forcing him to drive himself into her as deeply as he could as he busted inside her snatch. His hips jerked sporadically as his orgasm rocked his body with bliss with every shot.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck..." Her disappointment evident in her voice as she felt him unloading in her. "I was so close, too." She played with her dark pink nipples as she watched her lover empty his balls, each mound of plentiful tit-flesh more than he could fit into both hands.

"That's it baby, cum for momma." Her previously lust-tinged voice tuned soft as she cooed lovingly up at him. "Bust that nut in momma's hungry snatch..."

'She's really been into the 'momma' thing lately...' He thought silently as the last eddies of his climax ebbed away, leaving him panting on weary, shaking legs.

He'd been a little hesitant when she'd first started dirty talking like that a couple months ago, but despite the oedipal taboo of it he had eventually found it to be...extremely hot. But then again, he pretty much found everything she did hot. Willow had some kind of innate ability to explore and push the boundaries of their sexuality, opening him up to fetishes he'd been curious about, and even introducing him to some kinky shit he didn't even know existed. She was a sexual goddess. His sexual goddess, and once again he'd succumbed to her new style of play.

Pulling her legs off from around his waist he opened them wide as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

"I'm sorry Wil...you just feel so good..." The bright timbre of his voice breathy as he apologised.

"Shhhh, don't apologise, baby. I love watching your face as you cum, you look so pitiful and cute when your little man squirts inside me." She leaned over and kissed his arm. "Besides, I know those clever fingers of yours can get me the rest of the way..." She didn't have to say anything more, he leaned down to sloppily make out with her mouth as he dug his middle and ring fingers into her cum dripping pussy, curling them inwards and pressing into the bumpy surface just inside her pubis.

She broke their kiss to cuss again, dirty lust dripping from her voice once more.

"Wauuuhh! Oh fuck yes! Finger my cunt baby, you got me so close now finish the fucking job! Oh shit, fuck! Ugghhhhh, finish the job your cock couldn't! Fucking shit!" That was another thing she'd been doing lately, blithely humiliating him whenever he couldn't make her cum.

It was another thing he hadn't been sure about at first, but the way she was so loving and affectionate after she'd cum had helped him accept it was just dirty talk, nothing more. Besides he had to admit to himself, albeit a little shamefully, that it filled with a strangely exhilarating mix of humiliation and excitement that he couldn't seem to get enough of. He felt his softened prick twitch despite having just come, as he began drawing his arm back and forth, pulling on the inside of her pubis and crushing her G-spot with two fingers as she writhed next to him.

He started off slow, but steadily picked up speed until he got himself to a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of her as she spewed a parade of expletives that became more and more depraved as he drew her back to orgasm. Her own fingers didn't remain idle though, they pulled and pinched her nipples as she quickly flew back to the edge of her climax.

"Oh fuck oh shit fuck! Smash that fucking cunt with your fingers baby wreck my tight little babymaker work those fingers like a good boy and make momma cum like your little dicky can't oh shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum I'm-" Her words cut off just as it was about to hit her.

His other hand, previously kneading her bountiful bosom, flew down to her crotch as he pressed his fingertips over her clit, vibrating them across the erect nub of nerves as she came, and intensifying her climax to another level completely.

"FuuUUCCKK! Aaaahhhhhrrhhhhhhgggnnn!" She shrieked as her body tensed and spasmed violently to his ministrations, her hips thrusting into the air against his fingers as she was wracked by wave after wave of orgasmic delight, before coming down after a few moments, and collapsing back onto the mattress beside him.

"Oohhhh, oohhhh fuck!...I needed that! Your fingers are my kryptonite, baby, mmmmm..." She practically purred as her chest heaved with deep breaths.

He wished she was saying that about his dick instead, but he put that vanity aside as they shuffled up onto the bed proper, collapsing back against their pillows and holding one another as they both enjoyed their now mutual post orgasmic glow. Yeah...despite his recent shortcomings, he and Willow had a good sex life. Great even, on the days he could last those extra few minutes inside her and get her off on his manhood alone. He always made sure she was sexually satisfied one way or another, though, be it with his dick, hands or mouth.

Speaking of which.

"Mmmm, babe? Can you...do the thing?" He sighed loudly at her mellow request, trying to ignore her and hoping she wouldn't push it, but he'd had no such luck previously, so why would he have it tonight? "Come one, a deal's a deal, you promised." Her tone was insistent now. "Don't puss out just because you lost...again."

Damn it...and so close to his birthday, too.

"Mmmmpff-fine..." He grumbled, shimmying her body off of his arm as he crawled down between her thighs.

They had a bet going since a couple months ago, about the same time she'd started all the 'mommy' stuff and humiliating dirty talk. If she came first he got to fuck her ass, but if he came first he had to eat up his 'mess'. He'd tried refusing at first, saying it was gross and he didn't want to, even going so far to mollify her by saying she didn't have to swallow his loads if she didn't want to from now on.

Problem was, she loved swallowing his loads and wasn't about to give them up, and she was just...so damned convincing when she wanted to explore a new kink. After a little more cajoling he'd finally relented, and quickly lost upon them having sex immediately after. The first taste of his own cum from her freshly fucked snatch was...weird, to say the least. Skylar considered himself to be in fairly good shape, no body builder or chiselled physique like his best friend Braeanna, but decent enough, and he ate pretty well what with Willow being a vegan. She'd once told him the only meat and milk she wanted she got from him, anyway.

All that said, his cum still tasted like, well...cum. Salty and musky with a bit of a bitter aftertaste. Not as bitter as it used to taste to be sure, he'd experimented a bit in his teens, once blowing a load into his own mouth as he'd jacked himself with his hips upturned a little uncomfortably over his face. He hadn't felt the need to try it again since then, though, the bitter gluey residue that stuck to his throat making him gag and retch as soon as the post climax high had worn off not a minute later.

Eating it out from his lover, though, had been a bit more pleasant. Mixed with her girlcum and with his diet since dating her having made it a bit less bitter and salty, it was just on the verge of palatable. That still didn't mean he was raring to feltch his jizz from her at every opportunity, but it had made the experience less disgusting, at least.

With one last forlorn sigh, he buckled down and got to work.

"Mmmmaaaaahh!" She gasped as her hips undulated up to meet his mouth. "That's it babe, eat mommy's cunt like a good boy. Oh, god! you know how to use that tongue so well! Mmmmm, yeah, you're mommy's little cunt cleaner..." Her encouraging yet infantilising dirty talk made the experience at once more demeaning and thrilling as his dick twitched again, trying to swell back to life even after busting its nut a few minutes ago. Her pussy was still juicy with his load, but once he'd slurped and lapped up the bulk of it, all he could taste was her.

He continued eating her in earnest as her thighs closed and squeezed themselves around his head, muffling her moans and lewd profanities as they locked him in place. Face buried in her twat, he kept at it, darting his tongue in and out to gather the last errant remnants of his cum, and running it up and down her labial lips as he occasionally circled and teased her clit with the tip of his muscle. He knew she was getting close again when she put a hand on the back of his head and ground her crotch harder and harder into his face, when that happened he stuck his tongue back in her depths as far as it would go and began twisting and gyrating it inside her to bring her over the edge.

"Ohhh fuck yes baby! Eat my pussy god yes, you're the best! Fuck, you're the best at eating me, keep going Skye, fuck! I'm so fucking close again I'm so close just a-a-aahhhhhh!" Her legs clenched harder around him, smothering his head in their ample flesh as she came on his tongue. "Fuuuck shit fuck baby fuck yes yes yes! Ahhhhhahaha!" He was having a little trouble breathing by the time she finally relaxed, allowing her legs to slump back down to either side of his head, releasing him.

Panting slightly breathless and stretching his jaw open, he crawled back up Willow's body and flopped his head down on the pillow next to her and wrapping his arms around her. Cradling the back of her head as she snuggled into him, he laid her head on his shoulder as they both sighed with contentment.

'Fuck, you're so good at that, love...But, I guess you've had a lot of practice lately, huh?" She snickered as she looked up at him with her loving, doe eyes.

Fuck, there she went again. How could she make an insult like that feel so...good? His cock was nearly standing to full attention again from her degradation.

"Aww, looks like someone wants to play again." She sniggered again as she saw his predicament. "Sorry baby, I think I'm good for now, you'll have to wait till your birthday for any more 'attention'."

"I still don't see why we can't fuck for 2 weeks." He griped for the umpteenth time since hearing about her idea, pulling himself back up alongside her.

"Shush!" She chided him like an impertinent schoolboy. "I told you, it's part of your birthday surprise. You agreed, you got your last nut in, now you have to wait. You're always trying to back out of your promises after you've gotten off, that's partly why I want you celibate until your birthday. I want you all hot and bothered by the time I've got my surprise ready. A deal's a deal." She craned her neck up and lightly bit at his neck, not helping his situation one little bit.

"Fine, fine. You're right. Sorry..." He knew what he was getting in to when he'd made the deal, at least he thought he had, but he'd been horny, and horny Skye would agree to just about anything to let his dick take a dive in Willow's hot little pond.

After getting up to clean themselves they returned to bed with each other, naked as the day they were born and wrapped in each other's arms again. Fuck, she felt good. Willow was a bit shorter than him, at 5'4", and had a body that seemed the very definition of curvaceous. Her overly generous chest tapering down to a trim waist before widening out again to a pair of beautiful, rounded hips and soft fleshy thighs that supported her thick bubble-butt. He counted himself more than lucky to have such a wonderful and gorgeous woman fall in love with him.

Not that he was the runt of the litter by any means. He was average height, sure, with a medium build that was kept well in check by going along with her dietary lifestyle and the occasional trip to the gym with his friend Brae. He'd always supposed he was okay looking, too, and his dick was at least a respectable 6 inches. He'd had a good education and a good family, before he'd lost his parents to a car accident when he was in high school, and had a nice stable job.

Yet still, he always felt a little niggling insecurity about her choice to be with him when he could have easily imagined her on the arm of some tall, buff Hollywood celebrity or gracing the cover of a magazine. He supposed that insecurity was what had led to him being attracted to some rather...unusual masturbatory habits over the past few years since they'd gotten together. Willow was an open-minded woman, thus all the kink in their sex life especially of late, but he'd rather this particular fantasy remained just that. A dark, secreted fantasy, only ever brought out when he was securely alone, and quickly pushed back down into the shadows once he'd gotten off, the shame of it making him almost feel sick after the excitement of his climax had settled.

"I love you. You know that, right?" Willow broke a long silence as they lay together, enveloped in the darkness of their bedroom. Her head still rested on his shoulder but he felt her head shift up to look at him. Even in the inky blackness he could almost make out her vibrant hazel eyes as she looked up at him.

"Yeah, of course I know." He was a little puzzled by the unexpected declaration, but felt his heart swell at hearing her say it.

"I mean...I really, really love you. You mean the world to me." She continued. Where was this coming from?

"Hey," She stroked the back of her head softly as he looked through the darkness at her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just...it's just...about your birthday..." Her voice sounded hesitant and conflicted.

"What? I thought you didn't want me to know about whatever you had planned?"

"I don't...I'm just..." He could tell there was something on the tip of her tongue.

"Hey," He lowered his head towards hers, touching their foreheads together in an intimate gesture they'd begun soon after they'd first confessed their love to each other. "I don't know what's got you like this. Whatever it is, whatever you have planned, I'm sure it'll be great. I trust you." She took a deep breath before nodding and pecking him on the lips.

"Okay, then." She sounded determined, all trace of reluctance gone.

"Besides, if you're having issues with...whatever it is, I'm sure Brae can help you." She suddenly stiffened against him as he suggested it.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You two have been texting each other practically non-stop since you told me about my big 'surprise' last week, right? Unless you've got something else going on?"

"No! No...You haven't peeked at any of the messages have you?" She pressed him, seeming almost alarmed now.

"No, I wouldn't invade your privacy like that, you know that."

"Yeah...yeah..." She still seemed a little troubled, not able to meet his eyes even in the shrouding darkness, so he pressed her right back, curious about what was being planned anyway.

"So...is she in on it?"

"She's...got a part to play... That's all I'll say, though. Enough! Time for bed. You and your little guy need to get some rest. You're gonna need all the mental strength you can muster to stay dry for the next couple weeks." Some sassiness coming back to her voice.

'Easier said than done with those 'little' remarks of hers driving me wild.' He thought silently as he stroked the back of her head.

The closeness to which they mirrored his dark little secret was uncanny, and confusing. A part of him wanted to tell her to do it more, degrade him more, but another part of him, the rational part, knew that would lead to too many questions and too many answers he wasn't ready to come to grips with himself yet, let alone share with her.

"Okay, okay...Goodnight, Wil. I love you."

"I love you too, darling." She whispered back up to him as they snuggled deeper into bed and each other, drifting off to sleep despite his irritatingly stubborn hard on that refused to go down.

-

"You feeling alright, man?" His best friend Braeanna asked him as they sat for lunch in a café near both of their places of work.

He enjoyed their little lunch dates, a chance for them to catch up with each other, and just shoot the shit. They had made a point to meet up at least once a week after they graduated college, but over the past couple months she'd been on his ass to hang out more and more, until now they were going to lunch a few times a week at least, and she was routinely hanging out with him and Wil nearly every weekend.

"Ahhh...yeah, just...excited for my birthday, you know?" That half-assed reply didn't even come close to scraping the surface of how he was feeling, though.

The 2 weeks leading up to his birthday had become increasingly hellish for Skye as his forced celibacy had driven his libido into hitherto unknown levels of carnal yearning. Not being able to have sex was one thing, he'd had years of practice dealing with that as a hormonal teenager and a few more during some lonely stints in college. Not even being allowed get himself off though...that was something else entirely.

His un-slaked lust was making him moody, irritable, and hyper sensitive to the slightest little thing, and Willow hadn't been helping things one bit! For the past couple weeks since his forced abstinence began she'd been roaming around the house wearing increasingly revealing and sexy clothes and underwear. Just a couple nights ago he'd gotten to the point of openly staring at her, drool nearly running from the corner of his mouth as she'd been bent over organizing some of her things in the living room wearing nothing but a too tight midriff crop top and black thong. She'd turned around and caught him of course, just scrunching her cute little button nose and winking as she waggled her small delicate finger at him to warn him off from getting any nasty ideas, before turning back to her work and wiggling her delicious rump even more, just to torture him further.

Even just walking around his office was beginning to get difficult now. Whether he was going to make copies or walking to get some water, the feeling as his pants glided across his crotch or the pressure as he was leaning over his desk to reach something was making him pop a stiffy in record time. Each time forcing him to stop whatever he was doing and take long, deep breaths to calm himself and steel his nerves from walking into the bathroom and rubbing a quick one out in a stall.
'She'd never know, right? What's the harm?' The devil on his shoulder whispered to him almost hourly now.

But he would know. He'd made a promise to Wil, and he'd be damned if he was going to break a promise to the woman he loved, no matter how much it pained him.

"Oh, yeah?" Brae pestered him, her brilliant blue eyes narrowing suspiciously at him over the rim of her cup. "You sure it's not because you're all backed up?" She added, scoffing at him as she sipped her latte.

Fuck! How much did she know about this 'surprise' anyway? The constant texts back and forth between the two of them hadn't died down in their frequency at all since Wil had admitted to their little conspiracy.

"What's it to you?" He retorted, not so subtly trying to glean any information he could out of her about his birthday surprise tomorrow.

"Nuh-uh! Don't even try it." She rebuked him as she jerked head back and tossed some of her loose, dirty blonde hair back over her shoulder.

She usually wore it down like that, only pulling it back into a ponytail when she knew she was going to be working or doing something physically taxing. A single, thin braid ran from the top of her head down her right side of her face. An affectation she'd kept since teaching him to braid her hair during the first summer they'd known each other as kids.

"You'll just have to wait and see like a good little boy." Her comment made him stiffen slightly in his chair and, to his shame, his slacks.

Had he misheard her? No, he'd definitely detected an inflection there. Jeez, had Wil told her about their dirty bedroom talk, too? He didn't think they were that close.

Braeanna had been his best friend since elementary school when his parents had moved them to the city for work. He'd been the shy, introverted loner, and she'd been the striking, outgoing tomboy that had forced herself into his life, and him out of his shell. Well, 'tomboy' probably wasn't the right word for her, but he didn't really know the appropriate vernacular to describe her type of personality. Could she be a 'tomboy' if she had all the bits anyway?

As a kid he'd never really thought about it. The Futanari sex had been around for almost a hundred years by that point, and although there were still people who railed against them and called them abominations, as a little kid he'd just taken their existence in stride as a natural part of the world. They'd both just been innocent, accepting kids being kids, after all. Why should she be treated any differently because of who she was? Thankfully though, things had changed over the years and a lot of that discrimination had died down as they'd gotten older.

Braeanna had definitely changed a bit over the years, although she never really seemed to grow out of that 'tomboy' disposition. She was as gorgeous as ever, her face on par with the model-like features most of her sex seemed to possess, but gone was the lanky kid with skinned, knobbly knees and a beaming, open smile on her dirt streaked face. Well, her beaming smile was still there, too, but the rest of her had just...matured, he supposed.

She had always been taller than him, but was at least about 6'6" the last time he'd checked. Her thin, boyish physique had filled out as her chest had swelled to some 'ripe DDDs' as she called them, although they still couldn't compare with Willow's gravity defying rack, with her scrawny figure blossoming into womanly curves during middle school. She still retained some of her more boyish traits, though, thanks to her futa genetics. Her body gaining a decent muscle mass as she got older that somehow only seemed to strengthen and highlight her more womanly attributes, rather than diminishing them.

Her most 'boyish' feature, however, was anything but. He'd only spied Brae's naked body once in all their years knowing each other, during a sleepover in high school. He hadn't meant to of course, but when she'd been changing into her bedclothes that night, and he'd been turned away respectfully albeit blushingly, he'd seen the reflection of her fully nude lower half in her bedroom window. He'd never really paid attention to her nether regions growing up, but when he saw it he wondered how the hell he could have missed the anaconda dangling between her legs.

The size of it, its thickness and length, even flaccid dwarfed his own boyhood as much as the fist-sized orbs that swung and bobbed just behind it as she'd tugged her pajama pants up. Ever since then he couldn't seem to not notice it. Whether she wore tight pants or loose ones, shorts or even the rare dress or skirt, it always seemed he could see the bulge between her legs, goading him...mocking him...

He supposed...maybe that had something to do with his dark fetish, too. His insecurities further fed by the knowledge that there were people in this world that utterly outmatched him in the most primal of ways. Brae had had a slew of partners since high school, with her charisma and the way she looked it wasn't hard to understand why. Boys and girls at school, and then men and women when as they'd gotten older, and all of them objectively attractive in their own rights. But none of them had lasted more than a few weeks with her, and he couldn't figure out why.

He'd asked her about it on occasion, why she'd always break up with them, when she'd settle down, if she even wanted to. Her reply had always been the same,

'When I find who I want, I'll never let them go.' She would say with a shrug, a smirk, and a little twinkle in her eye.

He crossed his legs as he felt his dick quickly hardening again, and shivered as he felt his eyes being drawn to the tabletop in front of her, imagining the monster that lurked there just out of sight. How many men and women had seen it, touched it...gotten wrecked by it? He imagined her flopping it out and sitting back as Willow knelt down between her legs...wrapping her li-

"Hey! Yo!" He was brought out from his reverie as she waved a hand in front of his face. "Yikes, you really are losing it."

"Hah, uh, yeah..." He pinched and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wearily. "Maybe I am, a bit." Good god...had he just been fantasising about Willow and Brae...together?

Was it...was it such a crazy thought?

Wil had been teasing him, forcing his abstinence, humiliating and degrading him with increasing severity as she voiced her dissatisfaction with his sexual performance. Then there was Brae. Tall, strong, objectively more attractive than him by far, and so much more well-endowed. They'd been texting like teenagers for weeks and weeks, secret texts that he wasn't allowed to see...was it really so crazy to think that they might be secretly fuc-

"Well, it's almost over for you two, anyway."

He choked and coughed at her comment as he was absentmindedly swallowing some of his own coffee.

"...W-What?" He wheezed, trying to clear his throat as his chest burned.

"You and Willow, it's almost over for you two." She said again nonchalantly as her eyes drilled into him.

What the fuck? What the fuck?! He sat there, hands beginning to shake and unable to process what she'd just said, even as his throat continued burning from swallowing his drink wrong.

"This whole..." She waved her hand around in a vague motion. "Denial thing? Your birthday's tomorrow, you'll be able to nut again." She took another sip from her cup and looked out at the street coolly.

Oh...of course. His felt his heart rate wind back down from light speed to a gentle sprint as he realised his mistake.

"Must be easier for guys though, going dry like that. Me? Normally I gotta' drain these puppies at least twice a day or I start going cray~ cray~!" Her sing song tone juxtaposed the content of her words as she slipped a hand under the table and adjusted herself.

"Why easier?" He asked, his voice shaking a little from his previous misunderstanding "Guys have the same...needs as futa, right?" This was new. In all their years as friends she'd never really talked about...sexual things like this with him, beyond normal teenage messing around and jokes.

"Ehhh, yes and no. I mean guys get horny, sure, but futa get like, really horny. Like, 'I'mma tear the next hole I see apart and fuck it till it's a blubbering mess', horny. And I mean, no offense, but it's not like you have a lot you need to...store in there. Shit, I haven't blown in only a couple days, and my back teeth are fucking floating already." Brae had never been a priss growing up, and now, working in an auto garage surrounded by other like-minded grease monkeys, she was blunt as a hammer and soft as a brick in both mind and body, but this was getting to be much more graphic than their typical conversations. What was causing this?

"If you say it's so bad, then...why have you been...holding back, so to speak?" Why did he ask that? It wasn't his business. He suddenly got a weird feeling that he really didn't want to know her answer.

"Huh? Oh! I've, uh...got a bet going. Yeah. Whoever dumps the bigger load after saving up is the winner." She turned her head to the side as she sipped the rest of her drink down, but he saw her shoot him an arrogant sideways glance as the corner of her lips curled in a smirk.

"What...what's the prize?" Why? Why did he ask again, when he already felt dread creeping up his spine? She paused her drink, but kept her head turned to the side as she spoke.

"Well...winners are alphas and get to breed. Losers?...Losers are beta bitches, and they don't get to breed shit." Her eyes flicked back to him as she said 'beta bitch', he was sure of it, and that condescending smirk never left her lips. This really wasn't like her.

"Ahhh!" She sighed as she swigged the last of her cup, and set it down before turning back to him.

"You want in?" She stared at him hard, her eyes boring into his as she slowly leaned forward and quietly broke their sudden silence, her voice surely carrying no further than his ears. "You've been saving up for 2 weeks now, after all. Think you can beat me? Think your little grapes down there have what it takes to take my fat milk-makers on?" He just stared at her in stunned silence, wide eyed and unblinking.

She'd definitely never, ever talked to him like this before. Why...why was she baiting him like that? He felt suddenly queasy as a heavy black pit opened up in his stomach at her whispered taunt. She kept eye contact with him in silence for a few more drawn out seconds before...

"Bahahahahaha! Holy shit!" She broke into thunderous laughter as she nearly doubled over, literally holding her sides as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm just fucking with you, dude!" Skyler looked around in embarrassment at her sudden loud spectacle, making an apologetic face at the couple other patrons who looked over in curiosity and annoyance.

"Aaaahahahaaaa...ahhhhahhhh!...Oohhh, shit!" She'd sat back upright in her chair flashing those pearly whites in her huge smile, and wiping tears from her eyes as she calmed back down.

"Oh, man! The look on your face! Fucking priceless, I wish I'd taken a picture! Hoooooo-boy!" He tried to smile back, but could barely seem to move his mouth beyond halfway.

"Yeah, heh...funny joke." He said half-heartedly, quickly finishing his lunch and leaving her as she sat there waving him off, that worrisome grin back on her face and a leering glint in her eye.

In the wake of his rather disturbing conversation with Brae, he was on edge for the rest of the day and into the night. Despite her apparent 'joke', he was more paranoid now than he'd ever been in a relationship. She'd said she was just joshing around but, her eyes...and that almost, sneering smirk of hers when she'd told him about that bet...that wasn't like any prank she'd ever pulled before.

That night at home he found himself analysing everything Willow said and did over and over in his mind. She was wearing a super short black crop top that, due to her substantial bust, stopped only mid-way down her chest, and pair of loose grey booty pajama shorts, a few sizes too big for her. He was entranced as he watched her, those heavily milkers lazily swaying to and fro every time she moved around, the bottom of her dark pink areolas just visible as a good few inches of plump under-boob bobbed out from beneath the top's hem and her stiff little nubs poking out at him. The pant legs of her shorts rode up into her ass and pussy, and she'd kept finding excuses to bend over in front of him, or lay on the couch facing him as he tried to read, her legs wide open and giving him only a half-obstructed view of her cunt as she lay there, tapping away at her phone.

She'd kept herself shaved since even before they'd stared going out, they both had in fact, neither of them being fans of the feeling or clean-up that came with pubic bush or its itchy stubble, but from the dozen or so glances he'd got of her snatch tonight, she didn't just look cleanly shaved. She looked completely smooth now, all traces of hair, even stubble, gone as if having never existed. Had she waxed, or gotten it lasered away? Why? For his 'surprise' tomorrow? She didn't have to take such a drastic measure, she knew he was happy with how she looked and felt normally.

She had been on her phone near constantly that night, as she'd been almost every night for the past few weeks. Was she still messaging Brae? What were they talking about? His birthday or...something else? Were they organising and casually chatting, or something more? Every so often she'd blush and giggle, her eyes darting from her phone to him, and back as quickly. What was so funny? Was it something about him? Were they laughing...about him? Willow comparing his body to Brae's and seeing the absurd gap between them?

At one point she suddenly got up and went to their bedroom, closing the door behind her. For almost an hour he waited for her to come out, growing more anxious by the second as he squeezed the pages of his book in hand, crushing and deforming them as he stared at their closed bedroom door. Why would she need to have that kind of privacy for texts? Unless, they weren't just normal texts. What if they were sending...pictures to each other? Brae sending lewd dick pics of herself, and trading them for steamy shots of Willow's new glossy smooth pussy.

Skye considered getting up and going in to check on her, but then again, what if...what if she wasn't alone in there at all? Their bedroom window was at ground level, and someone of Brae's size and athleticism could easily climb in if it was opened from the inside by Wil. Once she slipped in they'd be able to do whatever they wanted if they just locked the bedroom door. Had Wil locked it? Had he heard a click just after she closed it? Should he try the knob, and risk walking in on them or at least spooking them? Should he creep up and press his ear to the door? Would he hear the soft titters of two lovers in the middle of an illicit tryst, or muffled groans and creaking from their bed frame?

He was halfway out of his seat on the couch when he realised what he was doing, and stopped himself. What...what was happening to him? What was he thinking? This was Willow he was talking about, and Braeanna, the two people he most trusted in the world, the two he loved the most. No...This was just his blue-balled brain playing tricks on him, making him suspicious and fearful for no reason as it fed off his own insecurities and dark, shameful fantasies. He sat himself back down and leaned over to pick up the book he'd thrown on the floor in his paranoid craze. He loved Wil, he trusted her, and he was sure...he was sure she'd never do anything like that...of course not...that would be crazy, right?

Willow came back out about 15 minutes later, stopping in the kitchen to get a drink of water before laying down across from him like earlier. Her legs were spread even wider than before as she turned on the TV began flicking through the channels disinterestedly, showing off her crotch through the overly large leg opening, yet again. He tried to fight it, but his lust filled gaze was inexorably drawn across to her crotch as if by some sort of sexual magnetism. His breath caught in his throat as he finally fell upon it. Her pussy looked...used. Wet and puffy, her folds normally so quick to return to their naturally closed and tight state after they made love, now remained open and distended, laying pushed apart like...like she'd just been fucked by something...huge.

He just barely managed to hold his tongue at seeing that, but was able to swallow his exclamation as his inner voice shouted to just trust her, to drown out the multitude of dark whispers that threatened to overwhelm him. Needless to say, the rest of the night was quite tense for him.

When they finally retired to bed, Wil snuggled her naked body up against his as she always did. Such a lovely calming gesture only a few weeks ago, was now akin to torture. His sex practically on fire as he felt every inch of her ripe, soft flesh pressing hotly against his. Multiple times over the week he'd had to physically stop himself touching his stiffy under the cover of darkness and their sheets, putting one arm behind his back and laying his weight on it as the other was already usually under Wil. Worse still were the dark, distrustful thoughts that continued to haunt him, making and good sleep sparse and fitful.

He re-shifted his arm under him again as he half woke from yet another restless dream. Wil, feeling his own movements, stirred against him as well before settling back down, yawning and sniffling sleepily.

"Mmmmmm...s'okay baby...it'll be...over soon...you'll be...over..." Her drowsy murmurs slurred off into full blown sleep as she began breathing heavily, the warm exhalations hitting and drifting across his bare chest.

It was just...just sleep talk. Yeah, nonsense...everything was fine...everything was fine...he just wished...he could make himself believe it...

-

Friday couldn't have been over fast enough. The day had seemed to drag on and on, minutes passing by in an achingly protracted fashion as he tried to keep himself busy, hoping if he distracted himself enough the universe would somehow take pity and speed things up for him. Even the 'surprise party' his office floor workmates had thrown for him, not really a surprise seeing as every employee was given the same surprise, had been laborious and annoying. He didn't care about this surprise, he wanted the one waiting for him at home.

When he'd woken up that morning he'd been able to stomp down all that nonsense he'd been thinking about over the past couple weeks. Maybe it was his body calming down, having finally gotten used to not getting off, maybe he'd just had some kind of subconscious breakthrough. Whatever the case was, he decided that he trusted Wil. She was probably putting all this effort into planning something great for his birthday, and here he was being a paranoid idiot. She deserved better from him.

As soon as quitting time hit he was out the door, down the elevator, and driving home at a speed that could only be described as questionable. Pulling up to the curb in front of their place though, he felt another dark twinge in his guts, punching through his excitement, as he sat in the idling car, sickeningly poisonous butterflies fluttered in his stomach. After a few minutes of deep breaths, though, he turned off the engine and got out.

Everything...was going to be fine...it was going to be fine.

As per normal, Wil was home before him, having to start quite early for her job as a lab assistant. There were so many biotech companies springing up in the city, even years after his own family had moved here for the same reason, also being drawn in due to the sudden increase in jobs from the company attached to the city's university. So she was waiting for him when he stepped through the door, having already showered and dressed in a clean pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt.
"Happy birthday!" She jumped into his arms as he shut the front door behind him, burying herself into his embrace before leaning up and covering his mouth with hers in a long, hot kiss. She smelled scrumptious, her wild berry shampoo making his mouth water at the thought of eating out the smooth little berry patch between her legs.

"Mmmmwaah!" She finally broke the kiss with a wet smack. "Okay, in the shower mister! I want you all nice and clean for me." She wiggled out of his arms before giving his butt a little spank to move him along. "I'll take those, straight into the shower with you!" She added as she stole his briefcase and coat.

"Alright, but we're just going to get dirty again later, right?" He asked, removing his shoes.

"Yeah...eventually." She looked at him coyly, holding something back again, he could tell.

"Oookay." He went to make his way to the bathroom before adding. "Quick question though, are we eating sooner or later? I'm starving." He'd been so distracted at work from thoughts of tonight, that he'd barely eaten lunch, or even any of his office assigned cake.

"Well...I'm eating sooner, and you're...eating later..." She replied, a devious look on her face. He hoped that meant...something good. She meant eating him, right? Right. He turned back slowly and kept going for the bathroom.

"And be thorough about it, too!" She yelled from behind the bathroom door as he closed it. "A 'full course' cleaning!" She added with a laugh and giggle before he heard her soft footsteps padding away.

'Full course'? That meant, on top of a normal thorough clean, he'd have to freshly shave his top and tails, trim his nails, and clean out his ass. Wil had fingered, and even rimmed him, a handful of times when exploring kinks, but she knew he much preferred to be the one eating her freshly cleaned ass. He did as she asked though, taking his time and making sure his face, crotch, sack and surrounding areas were neatly shorn and smooth, trimming his nails down to make sure they couldn't catch on any sensitive flesh if they were going inside her, before finally douching himself and showering.

It was something he still wasn't accustomed to, and it was always a bit gross and weird getting himself clean in there, but as he walked naked out of the shower, about 45 minutes after having started the cleaning regimen, he had to admit that it was pretty nice to know he was squeaky clean, inside and out. For the first time in two weeks, he felt ready for whatever Wil had planned.

Opening the door he looked around as steam escaped the bathroom, still patting off the last patches of damp from his skin. Wil was nowhere to be seen, but it looked like she'd drawn the front room curtains closed tightly. Maybe there were going to be hijinks all around the place tonight? It wouldn't have been the first time. Wil loved to fuck on the couch, the floor, the dining table. They'd made love on pretty much every solid surface of the house. She'd even gotten him to bend her over the toilet to fuck her from behind a few times when they showered together.

"Come into the bedrooooom~!" She must have heard him coming out, as he suddenly heard her singsong voice calling to him from behind their room's closed door.

When he opened, and saw her standing there by the bed waiting for him, first he dropped his towel and clothes, and then his jaw. She stood serenely to one side of their bed, lit by the soft orange glow of their bedside lamps, and wearing a set of the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen her in. White, silky and lacy, the set consisted of a choker, brassiere, garter belt, panties and stockings.

The brassiere, each glossy looking cup wrapping around the bottom of half of her tits, seemed to barely contain them as it pushed her fleshy fun-bags up and made them look even more delicious than usual. Thick, silken straps ran from the top of the bra's cups to the white, lacy choker that wrapped around her dainty, graceful neck, the taut fabric strips digging into her soft tit-flesh and making it bulge out around them as they strained from the volume of her chest. The white lace of the garter belt sat above her hips, clips attached and holding up the sheer black stockings she wore to her upper leg, as they too dug into the soft flesh of her milky outer thighs.

Her panties were as sheer as her stockings, the thin waistband rising high over the rolling hills of her hips to meet the garter belt, and the front panel nothing more than a thin, narrow strip of gauzy fabric that did practically nothing to hide the bald, dripping labial lips that puffed out needily from behind it. The white fabric already darkening in a large patch from the grool already leaking from her engorged slit.

Despite the erotic sensuality of her getup and the beautiful body that wore it, his eyes were inevitable drawn back to her lovely face. Her wavy, chestnut brown hair flowed across her shoulders, her pale face splitting her mane like the red sea as her large entrancing eyes stared into his soul and her cute little button nose crinkled with excitement. Lusciously plush and painted ruby red, her lips contrasted her fair skin and white lingerie in a delightful pop of bright colour.

"I'll take that to mean you like my outfit." She broke the silence with a smile as she pointedly looked down to the stiffy that had risen into existence within the space of a few short seconds, giggling he blushed awkwardly. How could he not be aroused at the sight of her like this?

"Is your little guy ready for a big night?" Again with the humiliation, but fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever heard right now as it flowed from those perfect lips.

She could have been reading the dictionary and it would have sounded like poetry to him. He just nodded dumbly in response, the blood flow necessary for the brainpower to respond, all going to his dick, apparently.

"Good boy. Come over here, and sit down." She pointed at a chair he hadn't even seen as he'd entered, as he'd been completely focused on her.

Stopping in front the wooden chair he wondered where it came come from, as it obviously wasn't on of theirs. It was black and high backed, with a plush looking red cushion on the seat. Sitting down slowly he could tell the thing was solidly build, unlike the cheap ones they had in their dining room and kitchen, which had been built from cheap flat packs. He also noticed a small black bag laying on the mattress, but couldn't see what was inside.

"I've got something special planned for your birthday this year, baby." She stepped up in front of him, close enough where he could smell the arousal of her sex and feel her body heat against his bare skin. He tried to reach out and touch her, but she stopped him.

"Nope! Down boy." He relented mournfully, hands falling to his knees as she continued talking. "I've been planning this for a while now, and I don't want you doing anything to ruin it, or yourself, too early on. So," She twisted and reached behind her to the bag on the mattress before turning back around and presenting two thick bundles of glossy, black rope. "I'm going to make sure that you can't." She flopped one band down onto his lap, hitting his rock hard dick, as she began undoing the other, loosening the long cords and squatting down between his legs.

She pushed his legs up against the chair's and began looping the rope around, very quickly securing his ankles before moving up and doing the same to his calves and knees. Skye was more than a little gobsmacked by all this. They'd dabbled a little into bondage and BDSM, but never to the level of anything like this. He hadn't even known she could tie knots like the ones she was doing now, she was precise and methodical, like a practiced pro.

Once his legs were done she grabbed the second bundle and went to work on his upper half, beginning by having him feed his hands through one of the gaps in the chair's high back. She quickly banded them together, not painfully, but tightly enough were he could barely move a millimetre within the restraint. She then secured his arms, chest, and neck to the back of the chair in an intricate feeling series of loops and knots. The process was almost sensuous, her soft hands gliding over his bare skin, the silken rope tightening around him, her intoxicating scents filling his nose.

When all was said and done, he found himself actually trapped there. He gave a few exploratory wiggles and squirms, trying to see if there was any way to actually move around or wriggle free of the restraining ropes in any way, but found none, barely even being able to turn his head left or right for the tightness around it. His heart began to beat faster as he realised he was well and truly at Wil's mercy for whatever she had planned. She stood over him when she was done, and after giving a few more tugs at her handiwork to make sure it was sound, have a little nod to herself.

"Now, for the pièce de résistance." She smiled wickedly as she turned her back to him, rummaging in the black bag once more.

Her ass jiggling as it protruded towards him was torture. He stared at the white garters digging into the sides of the marshmallow soft mounds of her ass, and the thin white back-strap of her panties disappearing in to the deep cleft between her cheeks. He could even see drips of excitement running down her inner thighs before she straightened up and turned back to him. A blind fold, earmuffs, and bright red ball-gag cradled in her small hands.

She laid the blindfold and earmuffs onto his lap, then taking the black, studded straps of the gag, held it out for him to accept. He hesitated for a second though, at giving the last vestige of freedom to her. Gagged and tied up as he was, there would be no way to stop whatever was about to happen. No taps on her shoulder or thighs, no dodging or pushing her away, no safe word. She saw his hesitation and bit her bottom lip as she looked deep into his eyes, as if searching his very soul.

"Do you love me?" She asked him gently.

Such a simple question, yet so complex. So many hidden caveats and loopholes to be found.

He'd been frustrated and paranoid beyond all belief these weeks past. She'd called him names like 'little' and 'small', teased him while she forced him to not even touch himself, had secret dealings with his best friend who'd also been acting weird and goaded him like she'd never done before. So many things whirled around his mind as he stared back into those mesmerizing, searching eyes.

"I love you." His voice was breathless in his reply as he gradually, but deliberately, opened his mouth for the gag.

She slipped it in, the girth of the ball straining his jaw a little before the smooth rubber gave way a little and popped in. As she bent over him to secure the studded leather straps around the back of his head, he was treated to the glorious sight of her tits swaying heavy a mere couple inches from his face. How he longed to suck her teats into his mouth, to bite, roll, and suckle her hard nibs. He wanted to jump out of that chair and ravish her right here and now...but he couldn't. He was ensnared there, unable to even lift a finger from the effectiveness of Wil's bondage.

Once the strap was secure, too soon in his opinion as he sat hypnotised by her swaying tits, she took up the blindfold from his lap and straightened back up. She fit the strap behind his head, too, and slowly lowered the covering over his eyes, waving bye to him as she did. Only darkness then, the blindfold doing an almost annoyingly good job of blocking his vision completely, not even one iota of light making it through a small gap or imperfection. Lastly came the earmuffs, preceded by one last tease from Wil, hotly whispered into his ear.

"I hope you enjoy your birthday surprise, baby. You're gonna get exactly what you deserve." Her words sent chill down his spine. What...did that mean?

The earmuffs had looked and felt heavy duty from their design and weight, but only when she fully slipped them down over his ears could he really appreciate their effectiveness, and the effectiveness of what she'd done as a whole. He was completely and utterly helpless like this. Completely cut off from vision and hearing, his world was now darkness and silence, the only sensations left to him the feeling of the ropes tight across his skin, the cold rigid frame of the chair, the smell of Wil's body wash and sex mingling together, and the taste of the bitter rubber ball in his mouth.

He was scared, but excited. His dick never flagging once during the whole experience. So far her plan had been nothing short of masterful. He'd never been more turned on in his life, and he was suddenly ready and eager for whatever she was going to throw at him next. He sat there, waiting for it. Would she begin by blowing cool air across his skin, or maybe by planting soft kisses randomly over his body?

Or maybe she'd start a bit harder? She might take a riding crop or cat-o'-nine-tails out of that little black bag next, striking brutally across his skin as he was unable to know where or when the next strike would land. Hell, maybe she'd take pity on him and just sit on his dick, riding him through orgasm after orgasm until he was spent and begging for mercy.

He waited for the first hint of her, a touch, a breath, anything.

He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting...and waiting...

How long had he been sitting there now? Another effect of being cut off so much was the inaccuracy of telling how much time had passed. Had he been there only minutes, or hours? It felt like hours.

His heart began pounding harder and harder, becoming the only way for him to track the time as he sat there blind, deaf, and restrained.

Where was Wil? Why wasn't she coming back? He began counting the hammering pulses in his chest. He counted and counted, controlling his breathing to calm himself. 70 beats was a minute if he remembered his last resting heart rate test at the gym. 1 full found of 70, then another, and another...a 4th...a 5th...10 rounds...20 rounds...30 rounds...40. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there before he started counting, but if he'd had to estimate with what he had, he'd been there for almost an hour now.

Breathing was beginning to becoming an issue now, too. Despite his best efforts, the combination of his ever increasing anxiety and the gag in his mouth was making thing difficult. The gag was making him drool and slobber like a dog, the slaver dripping down his chin and onto his chest before hitting the back of his throat and making him cough slightly with how difficult it made for him to swallow in the binds. His nostrils flared as he desperately tried to control his breathing, in and out deeply and slowly, in an attempt to still his panicking heart and soul.

Just as he was beginning to really struggle against the bonds holding him there, he felt a sudden rush of air hit the side of him closest to their bedroom door, as if it had just swung open quickly. He froze in his struggling, heart pounding out of his chest with renewed excitement and hope. He waited again for some stimulus to let him know this was done with. He didn't have to wait quite long this time.

He smelled Wil's womanly aroma before he felt her hands on him, pulling at the ropes and knots again, likely checking to make sure none had come loose during her absence. Her hands withdrew again, and he was forced back into waiting. He could still sense her moving around near him, her smell and heat close to him. Was this her game, maybe? Hours of denial, teasing and tormenting him before she wound finally let him know the ecstasy of release after this long, torturous built up?

She came close again and he felt the earmuffs shift and come off in her hands. Hearing again after who knew how long was odd, with even the smallest things being almost painfully loud and distorted. But still, it was still a welcome change from the deafening silence. Next came the blindfold, he winced and squinted against the relatively soft light of the bedside lamps, blinking a few times to clear and refocus his eyes. He saw Wil standing in front of him, looking as beautiful and sexy as she had when shed tied him up. Only her...her red lipstick...it was smudged and smeared across her lips, cheeks and chin, and her hair was mussed. She smiled down at him coldly...cruelly...and tossed the accessories onto the bed behind her.

"Thanks for not going anywhere, babe." Her tone was chirpy, but practically dripped thinly veiled mockery and distain. "Sorry for the wait, but I just had to make sure the rest of your surprise was adequately...prepared, and- whew! I mean, it was a lot to handle. I was really choking hard there for a while, and nearly gave up trying to get through the whole thing, but after some encouragement, head pats, and a lot of struggling, I pushed through and managed to get through it. Right down to the very thick, hot bottom of it." She looked up above him and smiled, biting her fat bottom lip and crinkling her nose.

"I just hope it can keep itself going for a little bit without my help." He...he didn't understand what she was saying? What was behind him? What was she looking at?

"I can't wait to show you my hard work. But before I get to that," She turned and picked up something new from the bed. Stepping over to him she placed a laptop down on his naked legs and opened it up...his laptop. A cold sweat beaded out from his forehead, that old dark pit opening it up in his stomach. The screen flared up and as she typed in his password.

"Remember when you told me your password so I could send you that file for work? Yeah, I bet you're regretting that now, huh?" She deftly clicked open file after file, opening them one after another in what he'd thought had been a rabbit warren of his design, precisely to the place he most feared.

Folders within folders it was hidden, but he'd never bothered to make it invisible or put it on a locked external drive. Why would have needed to? After all, it was his personal laptop. No one else was supposed to ever use it...no one was ever supposed to find out...

"Honestly, I only found it by accident when I was trying to put that file back where I'd found it for you. So, you can imagine my surprise when I found...this..." With a final double click she opened the final file, and his darkest shame spilled out across the screen.

Files and files of stories, videos, pictures, comics, captions, manga and doujin, ASMR sound files, and more, all with one theme in common. Humiliating and degrading...cuckolding. His eyes went wide as he saw his shame bared on that screen for her to see, his skin turning a pale pallor as his hands and feet went cold in their bonds.

"Who would have known you'd turn out to be such a pathetic, little pervert, hmm?" His wide, grey eyes went to hers, small tears welling in them, and a pinching pain spiking behind his nose, as he bleakly watched a sneer come to her face.

"I mean, maybe this is my fault? Maybe I should have seen this coming? You've barely been able to keep up with me in bed since we've been together. Your only saving grace, up until I found this, was how good you were with your fingers and mouth, and they were just barely getting you over the line. I guess, though, you have to get good kinda good with them since your gross little dicklet can't get the job done, huh?" She clicked open a file of captioned pictures and started clicking through them.

"Look at all this shit. There's more than a terabyte here, all of it with the same theme. I mean, I'm sorry baby, but I just had to keep looking around while you were at work, you know, to try to understand. I mean, why would you want to have SO much of this kind of porn saved? I wracked my brains for days, honey, I really did, and then I thought, 'Hey, wait a second. People like saving all kinds of porn they like.' After all some people like anal, or foot stuff, or even cartoon ponies, and they save it because they want that. It's their fantasy, the thing they crave." She kept flicking through the captions.
"So I kept looking to try and find what else you liked. I figured, maybe I'd overreacted, maybe I just happened to find this one folder out of a bunch of different ones. Maybe you'd have one for spanking, or Asians, or ball play, or fucking missionary! But, you know what? I didn't find shit. Just this. Just...more of this." She backed out and went back to the files, opening up each one in turn and showcasing their contents as she continued airing his filth.

"Pictures...comics...stories and more, all telling the same kind of stories- pathetic little sissy cucks getting their wives, or girlfriends, or even mothers taken away from them by someone who knows how to fuck, and with a cock worth fucking. Someone who didn't leave them utterly unsatisfied on the most basic physical level time, after time, after time. And then, it hit me. I finally understood...you're the sissy cuck. This is what you want to be. It's apparently all you think about enough for you to want to save it as much as you can." She opened the picture folder and clicked around before stopping on one particular picture, a woman getting ploughed while a man sat bound and gagged. Only, she wasn't being ploughed by another man.

"And I'm sure you can guess what else I noticed. Most of this pathetic shit is all about men...being cucked...by futanari. Not other guys...futa. You don't just want to get cuckolded by any old dick, do you? You want to be cucked by the biggest, fattest dicks possible. So, you're not just a sissy cuck, you're a sissy. faggot. cuck." She practically spat that out at him, making him flinch as much as possible given his condition.

"God, look at you! Even at a time like this you've got no shame, you're still hard as a rock!" She sniggered down at his dick as it stood at full attention just below the laptop, before snapping the top shut bare millimetres away from snagging on his sensitive dick skin, and walked over behind him. He heard her place the computer on the dresser behind him and waited for her to come back around. But she didn't, at least, not immediately.

"I have to say though, despite the shock of finding out a weak, pitiful wannabe cuck you are, it's actually quite relieving. You don't have to hide yourself anymore, and neither do we." We? He felt like his heart was in his throat.

"So I figured that since it's your birthday, I'm going to give you the best present I could think of. I'm going to make you into what you of so obviously want to be." She sauntered back around into his field of view...and she wasn't alone.

"Hey buddy!" Brae's sunny voice filled the room as she walked out in front of him, waving to him, and stark naked, her hair tied back into a ponytail, only her single, thin braid hanging down freely to the right side of her face.

In any other context he would have considered himself lucky to get to see her bare body in all its glory. She was toned, tanned, and curvy in all the right places, simply a more matured version of the futagirl he'd accidentally seen changing one night at a sleepover. Wil's hand was on the end of her stiff cock, trailing the tall futa along behind her like a leash, and smiling at him as if everything was perfectly normal.

"I know this must be a real shock, man." Brae said as they stopped in front of him. "Hell, it was to me, too when I found out what a creepy freak my best friend turned out to be. Sorry if I had anything to do with that, by the way, I didn't realise constantly being around someone better than you would fuck you up like this." She laughed, sneering down at him.

"But when Willow here told me about her 'special surprise' for you, and asked me to be a part of it, there was no way I could say no. I mean, look at her!" She pulled Wil's soft form into her tall, toned body, taking one of her tits in hand and squeezing hard, eliciting a low moan from Wil. Even her massive breast looked smaller in his friend's large hand.

"She's just so goddamned fuckable! You never deserved this, she was always too much woman for you to handle. Better to let her be with somebody who knows how to take care of her, who can fuck her the way she deserves to get fucked." She waggled her hips as she badgered him, her eyes never leaving him as her overly large cock dipped and swayed as it slapped heavily against Wil's thick thigh.

God...the thing was so massive it bowed down from its own weight, easily longer than his forearm and as fat as a soda can. Thick, angry looking veins covered the surface before ending at her puffed, purple turtle head the size of a large tangerine. He could see marks along the length of her cock, streaks and rings of ruby red... Lower down those balls swayed, as heavy and intimidating as the rest of her sex, each cum making organ as big as his two fists wrapped around each other.

'No, no...no no no no no no...' This wasn't happening. This definitely couldn't be happening right now.

'When I find who I want, I'll never let them go.' The memory of Brae's words echoed in his head, so much more ominous than he'd ever thought they were. It seemed like...she'd found who she wanted...Tears streaked down his face as he sat there, barely able to think let alone able to do anything to stop this.

"Shit! Are...are you crying?" She shook her head in disappointment at him. "Wow...you fucking pathetic loser, you can't even get angry like a real man...Oh, wait, I almost forgot!" She suddenly let go of Wil and dashed out around them to the living room, coming back only a few short seconds later, phone in hand and cock bobbing around energetically from her run.

"I didn't get that picture of your face at lunch the other day, soooo..." Skye heard soft, artificial shutter clicks as she took over a dozen photos of him in his helpless, wretched state. "Yeah! I'll label these as 'before'." Finished, she went back around and put it down onto the dresser behind him, and stepped back over to Wil before sitting down on the corner of the bed, her legs wide open.

With a long arm she reached out and grabbed his girlfriend by the wrist, pulling the woman down to her knees in front of her.

"Woo! Eager, are we?" She chuckled, despite the rough treatment.

"Eager for you to finish what you started in the living room! Go on, show your little bitch-boy there what you were working on while he was all tied up in here waiting for your fat ass!" Her demand punctuated by a loud *smack* as she spanked one of Wil's pillowy cheeks, again, her eyes still on him.

"Oof! Yes sir!" Skye watched an abject horror as the love of his life shuffled forward on her knees and lowed her face to the base of the massive cock before her.

She planted a lust filled, adoring kiss on each cum laden orb before sticking out her wet, pink tongue and licking Brae's she-cock from the root, all the way up along every veiny bump of her shaft, to the tip of her swelled helmet. A single fat, clear bead of precum issued from the futa's piss slit, quickly followed by several dozen more, as it began quickly dribbling down the underside of her shaft. Wil quickly got her tongue to work, lapping up the essence that was now flowing freely from her tool.

No...this was...a nightmare. A nightmare...he was sure. He was dreaming, it was still the night before his birthday and this was just a bad dream brought on by 2 weeks of abstinence. This wasn't really happening right now. This couldn't be happening...

Unable to look away, he closed his eyes, the closing lids emptying more tears down his face and dripping warmly onto the bare skin below.

Even if this wasn't real...he didn't want to see this...not this...

"GLUURKKK!"

His eyes snapped open at the grotesque sound, tear blurred gaze immediately focusing on Wil as she had half- HALF!-of Brae's fat donkey dick down her throat already. She'd never made that sound when deep-throating him, not even close, nor had her throat bulged out so obscenely. The choker she wore looking fit to burst from the extra strain being put on it.

"Damn Wil!" The futa's eyes had popped open in surprise, looking briefly at the woman worshiping her cock before casting back over to him. "It took you 20 minutes just to get this far on the couch out there, you're a fast learner! Fuck!" The futa commended her, only receiving a series of wet gurgles and glacks in response as she continued her descent deeper onto the femcock skewering her throat.

Almost as if in a trance he watched as slowly, inch by inch, the fat slab of beef disappeared deeper into his girlfriend's bloating oesophagus. He couldn't look away, as much as he wanted to close his eyes and block it out, he just...couldn't. Others might look away, but...didn't some people want to see the thing that going to ruin them? Wasn't it part of human nature to want to see that terrible end?

A few inches short from the root, Wil seemed to reach her limit, though. She coughed, choked and gagged, so close to its root, but couldn't seem to move herself any further down. She pulled off with a wet gasp, sticky spit bubbles frothing at her mouth as she puffed and wheezed deeply.

"You need a hand like before?" Brae asked of Wil as she sat kneeling and panting like a bitch in heat, half a foot of the futa's cock still buried in her mouth.

She nodded quickly before taking another deep breath and sinking herself back down onto the fat fuckstick. As she approached the same depth as before, Brae's hands wrapped around her head, bracing herself before pulling down in one strong swift motion and plunging her down until Wil's plump, spit soaked lips were mashed against her pubis.

"BLUUURRRCKKK!...GLUUURRKK!" Willow gagged as her throat was packed to full capacity with his futa best friend's monster dong.

"Look at this shit, Skye! Look at it!" His friend's eyes bored into his as she locked hers gaze with his again. "She doesn't choke and gag like that for you, does she? I'll bet that little baby carrot of yours barely even makes her cough! This is what a fine bitch like her deserves to swallow! I'mma 'bout to break that fucking choker you got on, slut!" She finally broke the stare, closing her eyes as she began brutally forcing Wil's head up and down on her cock.

*glack! Gluurk! Gruulk! Brruuk! Hrrgkk! Glurk! Glack! Gluurk! Gruulk! Brruuk! Hrrgkk!...*

Brae viciously face fucked her for minutes, pumping her fat bitch-maker down the woman's throat as her heavy balls smacked against her neck and chin. The futa alternated between closing her eyes in ecstasy and staring into his soul as she brutalised his girlfriend in front of him before she appeared to reach her limit. She held his girlfriend's head down for over a minute before she started slapping at the futa's thigh, indicating she was at her limit.

"Yeah!... Fucking choke on me S- ah, slut! You fine, fucking slut! Gag all over that she-bull cock, you little tramp!" Brae held her there for a few more seconds before finally releasing her and allowing her to slide back off the meaty schlong with a long wet *schluuurp!*

"Waahhhh!!" Wil coughed and spluttered as she choked in gasping breaths of fresh air. "*cough* Holy shit, baby! *cough*...your cock was knocking on my fucking stomach! *cough*" Dense ropes of sticky saliva connected her red lips to the cock she'd just swallowed, her lipstick now colouring the length of the meaty shaft.

"Hey!" Brae's eyes snapped open. "What did I fucking tell you, whore?" She grabbed her cock near the base and jiggled it up and down, roughly slapping its sloppy wet girth against Wil's panting, upturned face and leaving even more sticky strings of the precum-saliva mix to connect the two new lovers.

"You call that dumb sissy cunt over there, 'baby'. Me? Me you call Daddy!" She kept smacking her cock's heavy weight down onto the winded woman. Despite the continued cock abuse, he could see nothing but rapture plastered on Wil's face, her makeup beyond ruined at this point.

"Ahhnn! Sorry Daddy! Punish this bad mommy in front her cuck as much as you'd like!" She quivered with excitement as blow after hefty blow of Brae's bitch-tamer rained down on her face, making the woman's whole body quake and quiver upon each contact.

"You know I will, slut." The futa purred before tearing her eyes away from her new cock slave and looking back at her tied up friend. "Looks like the pathetic little cucky there is enjoying the show, too. His baby dick is fucking dripping, the freak!" It was true.

To Skye's shame and horror his own sex was only growing hotter and needier as he watched this terrible nightmare unfold before him, precum oozing from his tip and running down to his straining balls.

She leant down and pulled Willow up by the hair, giving her fat ass another hard, playful spank before pulling her face up into hers. Their lips mashed together hard the futa used her other hand to grasp a large handful of her pillowy ass meat and tugged her into her larger body, sandwiching her hot, spit slickened cock between them. Willow moaned like a bitch in heat as her mouth was ravished by the futa's long, powerful tongue, her eyes leaving her powerful lover's face for a moment to lock her gaze with his as Brae continued sloppily making out with her.

She squeaked with amusement then, her eyes peeling away from his, as she was groped and manhandled by the futa pawing at her soft, tender rump-flesh, until her back was fully to him. It was Brae's turn to lock eye with him over Wil's shoulder as she moved both hands to each of the jiggling ass cheeks and sunk her hands into them.

She kneaded and groped the marshmallow soft mounds, squeezing and playing with them, before pulling them wide apart and giving Skye a clear view of Wil's browneye, peeking out from behind the thin string of her lacy thong's back strap. It winked at him as the woman melted and quivered in the futa's dominating embrace. Below it, he could just make out her puffed, pink labial lips, literally dripping with raw sexual excitement as it pulsed hotly, sending drips of sticky grool to the floor below her.

With one last, long, deep kiss, Brae withdrew her tongue from Wil's throat, and gave another slap to one of her pale half-moons, the hardest yet, by far, as she threw the woman onto the bed beside her. The futa then shuffled herself back to the head of the mattress, sitting up against their pillows.

"Now undress whore. Give the cucky one last show before I make you mine." She sneered cruelly at him, stroking her spit soaked cock slowly up and down, keeping it nice and ready for the upcoming finale. "Then, I think it's time to really make him a cuck."

Willow giggled like a schoolgirl as she knelt up on the mattress facing towards him, and began to peel her white lingerie from her voluptuous, pale body. A hand went behind her back and deftly unhooked the brassiere, shucking it off over her shoulders and down her arms as the other arm lay across their middle, covering her areolas. She was about to unhook white, lacy choker too until Brae stopper her.

"Nah, keep that shit on, it's hot! A nice, pretty collar for my new, pet cock-sleeve!" Willow glanced back at the cock stroking futa and chewed her bottom lip as she smiled demurely, crinkling her nose in the way she used to do only for him, before lowering her hand and instead undoing the small clips that attached the choker to the brassiere.

Freed of the choker she daintily held out the lacy bra towards him and dropped it to the floor, then slowly lowered the arm covering her chest to reveal the bare breasts he hadn't fully seen in 2 weeks. For their size and weight one would have expected them to sag more, but her massive tits only drooped a little before bouncing and jiggling surprisingly high on her chest. Her nubs were stiff with excitement, poking out towards him as they swayed slightly with her mammaries.

Next came the garter belt. She unclasped her stockings from each clip and narrowed her legs under her, allowing her to slip the lacy belt over her hips and ass, and down to her knees before she had to rock her knees up to let it slide down the rest of the way to her feet. She held that out to him as well, before hooking it in her thumbs and launching it towards him. The soft silken fabric hitting his chest and falling to the side of his outer thigh.

"Shot!" Laughed Brae, still grinning evilly at him from behind Willow. "Hey, leave those leggings on, too."

"Mmmmm, whatever you want, Daddy." She crooned back sensuously, tugging their lacy ends snugly back up her milky thighs.

It was time for the last piece, then. Willow walked forward on her knees and stepped off the edge of the bed before coming right up to him and turning her back to him. He could see the bright red hand mark where Brae had spanked her earlier, glowing against her pale flesh. She slipped her fingers under the waistband and slowly drew them down over her hips and the swells of her rump. When she got level to her crotch she began bending over at her waist, presenting him with a view what would have made him jump her bones in any previous situation, the back strap of her thong peeling out from the deep valley of her ass as she drew the panties further down her legs before stepping out of them.

She turned back to him and spread her legs again. He'd never seen her lips so red and swelled with passion, the thick strings of pussy juice still dripping from her snatch, some covering her inner thighs as others continued splattering wetly to the floor. She took the sodden panties and shoved the soaked crotch fabric into his nose, the raw scent of her sex overwhelming him and making his head spin.

"Here. This might be the closest you get to my pussy ever again, so you'd better enjoy it, cucky." Her voice cold and disdaining as she smeared herself all over his face.

He coughed and sobbed against the gag and ropes, whimpering as he begged her with his eyes not to go through with this. When she was satisfied, she removed the thong from his face and draped it daintily over his head.

"Now that's the right look for a sissy faggot like you. Sniffing used panties is going to be the only pussy you'll ever get from now on, so you'd better learn to love it." She sniggered at him before suddenly slapping him hard across the face, the impact amplified by his inability to move his head to absorb the force of the blow. She looked between her hand and his cheek for a moment, a brief look of stunned surprise and then...exhilaration, splashing across her face as she drew back her hand again for another blow.

"Alright, that's enough!" Brae interrupted her, Wil's hand stopping a few inches from a second impact, as the futa struck one her powerful thighs repeatedly. "Climb aboard, momma. Let's show this bitch what a fat pussy like yours really needs." Wil kept eye contact with him as she slowly stepped back to the bed.

The barest hit of conflict flashed briefly in her eyes as she did, but disappeared as she broke eye contact to sensuously crawl back up onto the mattress and over to her waiting lover. Standing up on the padded surface she positioned herself until she was squatting over the futa's upright cock, facing towards him. With its immense size she didn't have to squat down far until the fat, purple head was pressing into the dripping folds of her bald cunt.

"Look at me baby." She called out to him, uninhibited lust now dripping from her voice.

He didn't want to. He shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to wake up from this hell. He was imaging it all. This wasn't real, how could it be real? Wil would never do this to him she loved him, he trusted her and she would never betray him like this. This was just a dream and he was going to wake up any second and he'd be back with her in bed and everything would be fine again-

"Look at me you faggot!" Her normally mousey voice becoming a bellow as she shouted at him from the bed. "Look at the real cock that's about to make all your dreams come true! Look at the cock that's about to steal me away from you forever! LOOK AT IT!" Her uncharacteristic, roaring command crushing his will in an instant with its raw energy.
Tearfully, he opened them as a fresh batch of tears made their way down his cheeks. This...this wasn't his Wil...This couldn't be his Wil...

"That's it! Watch me as I finally get to take a real cock after years of settling for your pathetic little baby dick! Don't you dare fucking cry!" He couldn't help it, his restrained body shook uncontrollably as he sobbed into his gag, whining like a wounded dog as he did as commanded. Eyes locking to the point where the sexes of the love of his life, and his best friend, were about to be joined.

"I know you love this, look at that hard little nub you call a dick! You wanted this! This is happening because of you! Because you're a worthless cuck who wants to see the woman he loves stolen away by a monster-cocked futa bull!" Her voice practically shook the room, shaking from her apparent resentment and frustration. He hated it...but he didn't dare tear his eyes away now...or rather...a sick, twisted part of him didn't want to...

"Good! Look at me and my new Daddy, sissy boy! I want you to remember this forever, baby. Burn it into your brain. I'm doing this for you, so you'll never forget what you really are." With that she braced herself and began lowering her body down onto the foot and a half of monster meat.

'No...please god, no...' He silently begged one last time.

The head slipped into her with a wet, belching squelch as pockets of air were forced out of her sodden snatch, making her queef all over Brae's meaty beast. Another inch slipped in, then another and another. She was a little over halfway in when she really felt the girth of the futa's tool begin to stretch her out.

"Fucking shit fuck, it knocking on my fucking WOMB! Holy GAWWD!...This fucking thing is MASSIVE!...MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!...You mammoth cocked futa STUD!" Profanities spewed from her as her legs began shaking from the stress and agony of taking something so huge in a pussy that had only ever known male dicks.

"Aww, fuck Skye!..." Brae poked her head from around the side of Willow's squatting form. "Her pussy's so fucking tight! If I didn't know better I'd say she'd never taken a cock before in her life. Looks like she's just never taken a real cock before! Ha hah! Thanks for keeping her nice and tight for me with that pin-dick of yours, loser!" The futa winked at him as she reached up and grabbed another handful of his girlfriend's massive tits, squeezing it hard enough to make her wince before letting go to pull and pinch one of her hard, pink nipples.

"Fuck! You feel me stretching out those guts, bitch?! I hope I don't crush your womb with my fat fucking dick!" she let the nipple go before giving the soft bouncy flash a hard slap. "Who does this pussy belong to, momma? Who own this fuck hole?"

"Aahnnnnn! You do!" Wil cried out as her guts were rearranged around the futa's donkey dick. "You own this whore's cunt Daddy! Oh GGooodd! Oh, fuck fuck shit fuck fuck! Skye! Your baby dick could never, ever satisfy me after this! I don't think I'd even feel you if you fucked me again. But you don't have to worry about that anyway, baby! This pussy is off limits to you forever now. It's only for thick futa cocks from now on!"

"Ha hah! Hear that faggot? Looks like you've been replaced by a better model!" She laughed and smiled savagely at him from behind Willow. "Maybe we'll keep you around though, use that pathetic sissy ass of yours for something useful. What do you think momma, think we should make him our little slave boy? He can cook and clean while you and me break all day and night bed, and when I've finally bred your cunt properly, he can take care of our baby!"

"Fuck yes, Daddy! I want him to be our cucky little slave. You're gonna be our slave Skye, were gonna lock your oversized clit up and chain you up in the house. You're never, ever gonna leave this house again, you sissy cuck!" the both of them laughed.

Willow began bearing down harder on Brae's cock as the futa pulled down on her hips.

"OW! FUCK, it's so fucking HUGE! It's gonna break me, holy SHIT! FUCK!...Aagghhhhh!" Willow's eyes suddenly shut tight as she focused all her energy on taking the futa's mammoth dick.

As she did, Brae's face took an abrupt turn, her previously arrogant and belligerent sneer now replaced by one of concern. She leant up and put a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Hey, Wil...do you need to take a break, or...stop?" Her voice a breathy, quiet whisper, barely audible to him over the groaning of his struggling girlfriend. For the first time tonight she seemed suddenly unsure of herself and what was going on.

"Aagghhhhh!...Fuck!" Willow looked over her shoulder at Brae for a moment, her face becoming suddenly upset and uncertain as if considering the request, then she looked over to him.

His sobs had subsided somewhat, his body shaking less than before as his mind began to go numb from the shock of what was happening. Her eyes trailed down his tied body to his crotch where his cock remained hard as ever, looking pink and angry from its sexual frustration and weeping pre like a faucet. She stared at it hard for a moment, her expression briefly flashing conflict again before finally settling back to one of domineering determination.

"No! Look at him! He wants this! He fucking loves it! He wanted to be a cuck so bad," With every word she'd pressed herself further and further down onto the futa's massive bitch-maker. I'll...make...him...a...fucking...cuuuuck!" Moving beyond the pain, she forced herself down, stretching out the final defence of her cervix to completely to take that cock, and with a final howl, dropped her weight down as the futa finally entered her deepest place.

"AAAAARRRGGHHHH-OOOHHH FUUuuc-...!" Her voice cut out abruptly as she was finally fully impaled on the fat slab of beef, one last sloppy cunt belch issuing from her ruined snatch.

She sat there for a few quivering moments, unbreathing as her jaw hung slack and her tongue lolled limply out of her mouth, eyes crossed and dull as her mind went blank from the sensation of being fully filled to its maximum capacity and beyond. After a few tense moments, though, she shuddered back to life, drawing in a long rattling breath.

"Nnnhhgggg... Fuuhhggg ...Innn muuhh...wooommbb..." She groaned and muttered incoherently as her mind tried to recover itself. "Uuughhhh... Fuuhhggg...ittss inn muhh fugnn...woomb... Fuggin... bbreed meee..." Even Brae looked uncertain at this point, hesitating lest she break the woman speared on her cock. But even in this state, Willow was quick to recover and would not be denied.

"Duhh...do...do it... Do it!...Breh-...Breed me you fucking bull stud! Show this faggot how a real cock...breeds a woman! Show him why he'll always be a...sissy bitch cuck! You promised! You fucking promised me, you giant dicked bitch!" She screamed to the unmoving futa below her.

No...he was sure... That wasn't his Wil...it was some kind of monster...a nightmare daemon...

Brae took a deep breath and placed her hands on the top of the woman's hips as she braced herself and began bucking her hips up into the already skewered body. Slowly at first, but eventually gaining speed and force until Willow was bouncing halfway off the futa's cock before plummeting back down to the base. Up and down, up and down. Her pace was steady and strong, her hands pulling her body back down onto her thick shaft quickly just so she could buck back up faster and faster.

"OOooOOOooOOOooOooOOOhhHHhhh FFuuuUUUuuUUccKK!!" Willow howled as she was properly fucked for the first time in her life. "OOooOOooOOoHHhh DAaaAaADDyyYYyy I'MmM...I'MMMm AaaallRRREEAaaDdDYYy CCuUUmmMMiinnNGGG!" Her head lolled on her neck limply as her arms and heavy tits flopped and bounced erratically, the initial intense pain slowly giving way a hitherto unknown level of pleasure and bliss as the most powerful orgasm of her life was fucked out of her by the futa stud under her.

After a few minutes Brae seemed to be getting back into it again, too. Her concerned face morphing back to an arrogant smirk as she gritted her teeth, her breath hissing in and out as, with every pump and thrust of her alpha cock, the futa's massive length and girth obscenely distended the stomach of his...former girlfriend...

There was no denying it now. He felt cold and sick, sicker than he'd ever been in his life as the dark pit began burning like rancid tar deep in his guts. He wanted to retch up everything in his body, to completely empty himself, because maybe if he did it would get rid of the sickening darkness that threatened to consume him now. His feeling only made worse as the two of them began yelling out again in their carnal passion.

"Oh, fuck baby! You like my fat cock fucking you good and proper? Huh? You like me stretching your guts out like that, Sk- ahhhh, you slut? You fucking cock slut! Uugghh! You've wanted this for so long, haven't you? You've secretly wanted my cock to rearrange your guts for years!" The futa bellowed as she kept bucking her hips up harder and harder into the fuck-delirious woman above her, her own eyes shut tightly.

"GOoooOOooDD YYEeeeEeSssS! BReeEEeeDd MMEe WiiTThh TthhAAaTT EEllepHHANtT CcoCK!! HAAaAaRrrddDEeRRRR!!" Brae needed no further encouraging this time.

Eyes snapping open, she suddenly grabbed Willow's flopping arms and with a practiced dexterity, bucked herself up harder than ever as she brought herself forward and slid her legs under her into a kneeling position. Willow flopped forwards still fully speared, her weight now resting on her knees as she was held up by the futa gripping her upper arms tightly.

Given the new leverage she began pumping away again in earnest, harder and faster than before and she pulled the living fuck-sleeve back down hard on to her cock with every mind shattering thrust, all the while still leering at Skye.

"NNGGggggGHhhhhNNrrHaaAaaaAHhHHhahahaaHHah!" Willow was incapable of speech now, even as another climax wracked her body, not that it mattered. Words weren't needed for what they were doing now. Their vicious roughness of their primal mating more than enough to show the pitiful excuse for a man what they really thought of him, and that he was more than redundant.

Brae continued violently slam-fucking Wil as minutes passed by. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, her gaze never once leaving him. Willow was barely home anymore as her tits flopped wildly with each violent thrust, the near constant march of orgasms being fucked out of her bringing her closer and closer to a complete and utter mind-break.

At one point the futa suddenly Willow her towards her, letting go of the woman's arms and wrapping her own muscled ones around her neck and head, putting her into a brutal headlock, before she continued fucking her roughly. In this new position, pulled up as she was, Skye could only watch as her stomach was deformed and pushed outwards with every violent thrust from the futa's hips. Willow's arms hung limp at her sides, swinging lazily, as Brae choke-fucked her, her already blushing face going from a pink, to red, to light purple as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

It was at least another 10 minutes before Brae changed their positions yet again, this time letting go of the woman and pulling herself back, letting the nearly purple faced Willow fall forward and slip of her cock with a grotesque wet *splurching* sound. The fucked silly woman mewled and whined from the sudden emptiness, but otherwise seemed unable to move.

Brea shifted herself off the bed and walked around to the front, grabbing Wil's legs and dragging her along. Almost effortlessly she lifted the voluptuous woman up and placed her feet on the edge of the bed before lining her cock back up with her now gaped cunt and slammed herself back in to the hilt.

"AAAAHHHrRAahaHAHAHHAHRRGRGAAaAAGRGHHHHHH!!" Being filled brought her back to life as she came just from being filled again. Then, with more practiced ease the futa hooked her legs under Wil's knees and lifted her up off the bed before clasping her large strong hands behind the woman's head, locking her into a full nelson.

Brea turned back around to him, facing his full on as his ex-girlfriend's ruined hole was only a couple feet from his face.

"Just another thing you can't do, buddy." Her mocking smile looked down on him from over Willow's shoulder as the woman's head rolled limply, drool leaking from her slack mouth. "Remember what I said to you yesterday about that bet? Think your little load could match up next to mine? Wanna find out, cuck boy?" She didn't even wait for him to respond, not that he really could anyway.

With her insane strength she lifted Wil up and down on her shaft, hips bucking to meet her as gravity pulled her back down now, and bouncing her back up even harder, over and over and over. He got an up close and personal view as the woman he'd loved more than anything was desecrated by his former best friend's titanic cock.

Up close he could see how even stretched out as she was, but Brae's girth still managed to keep the walls of her vaginal canal taut around it, even pulling it out slightly with every upward thrust that launched the woman off her cock. He watched as the thick bulging veins of her shaft rippled in and out of her, a natural ribbing that only increased the overwhelming sensations she must be feeling.

"AaaahHAHahhaaAHHh!" Willow perked back up as her fucking continued into its final stretch. Another orgasm being fucked from her as he bounced mere inches from them. "LLoOOoOK AAtt MMee BBaaaBByyy! LLoOoKKk AatTT MMEeeE!!...AAhaHHahgGGGGHHHh! ITT'SS AalLLFfooOrRr yyoOOUUUAAAAAGGGHHHHNNNNNNNNNN!!"

With her most powerful climax yet, she lost total control of her body, her eyes rolling back up into her head as she squirted all over his face and body, a combination of pressurised pussy juice being forced out as her walls clamped down tighter than ever around the futa's ceaselessly pounding dick, and her urine, as she lost control of her bladder.

He didn't even try to close his eyes against the warm, gushing spray. He just wanted to feel something...anything... like it was a goodbye kiss from her. The final nail in the coffin as his heart completely and utterly shattered in his chest.

Contrasted with his terrible despair, the sight of Willow blowing her load all over Skylar was the hole in the dyke that preceded the torrent to come, for Brae.

"AAAGGHHHH! FUUUUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna breed your woman, Skye! I'm gonna knock her up and she's never gonna need you again!" She felt her balls beginning to tighten in their sack. Any...second...now!

He wasn't sure why it happened. Maybe it was just his body's instinctual response, maybe it was his brain's last ditch effort, a desperate yet ultimately futile attempt to see his genes passed on. He looked down from Willow getting railed to see cum spurting out of his cock. Load after load spewing out as he sat there, his ex being bred right in front of him.

A few weeks ago he'd have been so proud of it, the biggest nut of his life, his balls pulling up painfully as they blew everything they had in that once last ditch effort. Willow would have been happy to swallow that, he was sure. She'd have praised him and they would have cuddled together, drifting to sleep in each other's arms after he made sure she got hers with his dick, fingers, or mouth.

Not anymore. Now, he felt...nothing...

Brae saw it happen and almost dropped Willow from shock, her eyes going wide as she watched him bust a hands free nut just from seeing his girlfriend about to be bred in front of him.

"H-Holy shit! What the fuck was that? You blew? From me breeding your fucking girlfriend? Hah! You...you really are a cuck! Ha! HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK!!" She laughed maniacally as she began slamming Willow up and down even harder than before, rushing towards the precipice of her climax as she shut her eyes tightly from the exertion.

Willow's eyes were locked on him as he bounced on that cock like a ragdoll. He watched her hazel eyes slowly go from his now softening cock up to his face, locking his gaze. A smile...a genuine smile curled her lips as her mouth and tongue still sagged and bobbed limply.

"OOOHHHHHH FFUUUUUUUGGGGAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" Brae's roar severed their brief moment of contact, signalling the start of her climax. With one final thrust, she pulled willow down and held her there as the woman's now near constant vaginal spasms milked her.

Skye could practically see her urethra bulge as the first thick load shot up into Willow, on its way to spew its first hot rope directly into her womb. Then another bulge, and another, but her already cock packed womb could barely hold any of it, and with the rest of the space in her also taken up by Brae's massive pulsing schlong, her semen quickly began spraying out from her stretched pussy, hitting his lap and stomach in a different spray of body fluids from before.

"I...I WIN!!" Brae howled at him as she kept on shooting her load.

"UUuhggGG!" Willow moaned as she felt it rocketing into her, a series of mini orgasms firing through her just from the feeling of the thick hot ropes filling her. "Tthhe...tthhe thiinngg...Brraeee...tthhe ttthhinngg..." She mumbled up to the futa still blowing in her.

With an unimaginable amount of mental fortitude, the futa stepped back and tuned to face the bed again before lowering the woman onto it and releasing her legs, all while still cumming in her and leaking it on to the floor. She slowly began sliding her cock out as her the long fuckstick pulsed fresh hot ropes into the nearly comatose woman, only now those loads had somewhere to go, staying nice and warm in her battered cunt as Brae's little swimmers went off in search of an egg, or eggs, to fertilize.

She must have dumped near 20 leads into her before her cock finally flopped all the way out, a torrent of cum beginning to leak out, but suddenly stopped as Willow covered her hole with her hand and pressed her thick thighs tightly together. A makeshift dam for the futa's deluge of baby-batter. Brae leaned down close to her ear as she softly patted the back of the woman's head. Skye imagined she was nibbling on that ear, maybe whispering words of encouragement for being a good slut.

Slowly, and with Brae's help, willow rose up to her feet, her legs shaking fiercely as they struggles to hold her upright after the pounding she'd just received. She stood by the bed, and arm holding her steady as brae left and walked over behind his chair. He had no time to ponder what might be happening next as he felt the chair suddenly being tipped back. Back and back, the backing of the chair was lowered until it rested flat against the floor, the back of the seat thankfully creating a large enough gap behind him so his hands weren't crushed under the weight.

Brae stood there above him, spent cock swinging just over his head as her slit still leaked the last remnants of her nut. He could also see her own pussy for the first time. It too was completely bald and devoid of hair, just like her crotch and balls, and now Willow's. Her lips enflamed and sweating its own juices just as his ex-girlfriend's had been before she was ruined for him forever.

He looked down, or rather across, as he saw movement out of the corner of his vision. Willow had hobbled over to them and now stood next to Brae, her thighs still clamed together tightly, hand buried over her snatch. With another hand from the futa, she positioned herself directly over him and with a pain filled groan, lower herself until she was barely 2 inches from him. He could smell the mix of both their fluids, ant once making him want to retch and his cock twitch despite the fact it'd just shot off a few moments ago.

"You-...you came first~..." Panting down to him in a ragged singsong voice.
With that, she unclenched her thighs and slipped her hand away, releasing the torrent of stopped up girlcum and dumping in directly onto his prone, helpless face. He did close his eyes this time, the thick gooey seed glazing him in a thick layer, as glob after gluey glob splattered from her gaping snatch onto him, clogging his nose and threatening to suffocate him.

He'd never seriously though about killing himself before, even as an angsty teen he'd never found his life to be so bad as to willingly end it all. He had his family, he had Brae, and eventually he had Willow, too.

Right now in that moment, though, he wanted to die.

He wished them to let them leave him there, broken and drowning in the ultimate proof of their betrayal until the last broken pieces of his life ebbed away into oblivion. It really would be preferable to this nightmarish existence. He welcomed the release of death if it meant he could forget all this...

No such luck though.

He felt fingers scraping at the thick coating of cum, uncovering his nostrils and eyes. Regretfully, his body forced him to draw in a breath, the dizzying musk of Brae's futa-cream feeling like it was raping his very brain. He opened his eyes just in time to see the last cum dump hit him.

"Aahhhhhhnn!" Willow moaned as the last of Brae's load squeezed out and splattered sloppily onto his chin and neck. Her sweat and cum soaked asshole pulsing and winking with her exertions, inches above his eyes.

"...Do you...love me, now?" She almost purred down to him before she was helped back up by the tall, sweat slick futa.

When she was fully upright and leaning herself on the dresser, Brae bent down again, lifting his chair back upright until it sat securely on its feet again.

"Hold on..." The futa said before reaching over to the dresser and grabbing her phone again.

She held it up in front of his face and pointed its camera at him again, its soft click going off again as she took even more photos.

"Aaand, 'after'." Her smug smirk mocking him again.

Willow hobbled back over to his side, steadying herself with a trembling hand on his shoulder as she leaned her lips into his ear.

"I'm going to...loose the ropes now." Her breathless voice, once again sensuous and warm as she whispered to him, tickling his ear. It felt like poison to him now. "You can just sit here...and relax while we get the second half of your party ready." He felt the ropes around his back and arms being tugged at, the knots and restrictive binding loosening.

When they were done and his upper half had been released the silken bonds, Willow and Brae both, came to either side of him, wiped some of the cooling cum from his face, and each planted a gentle, almost tender kiss to his cheeks before getting back up and making their way to the door. Although the ropes were gone from his neck, he didn't turn to look at them as the door slowly closed behind them.

Why bother looking? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Everything he'd loved, gone in a matter of a couple hours. Destroyed in a flash because of one, stupid, weird fetish of his...it was just a fetish, a fantasy. He never wanted anything more than that. He never asked for this! He never wanted this! They had no right to abuse him like that when he'd given them nothing but his unconditional love and respect.

And for what? To have it thrown back in his face because they didn't like one thing he jacked off to? Because Willow had never told him how unhappy she was? All she'd have to have done was tell him! Just talk to him and they could have worked it out! There were ways, he could have used a numbing cream to last longer maybe, or bought a strap-on if she really wanted something bigger in her? If she loved him, she would have tried to work things out, like he would have done! If they were really friends, Brae never would have kept her disdain from him a secret! Why lie? If she thought he was pathetic, then dump him off! At least have the common decency to tell him the truth so he wouldn't be bothering her anymore!

And now, what? He was supposed to just sit here? Be a little bitch like Brae said he was? Sit here and wait for whatever fucked up thing they were going to do to him next? What was it going to be this time? Putting a collar on him and making him their little bitch pet as they locked his dick away in a chastity cage? Skipping the middle man and just cutting off his balls? Well Fuck that! And fuck THEM!

He roused himself, muscles screaming in agony as they were forced into movement after hours of being restrained and kept still. First things first, he took off that fucking ball gag, spitting it out along with a few globs of cum that had seeped in through the gaps in his mouth and nose when Willow had queefed it all over his face, the bitch! Next, the ropes on his legs. His fingers were clumsy and slow, but after a minute of desperately clawing at them he found purchase and started unravelling them.

Fully freed he looked around, joints shooting bolts of pain through him as he moved. The door was definitely closed. Good. He could hear someone pissing in the bathroom, a long thick stream splashing into the water. Too loud to be Willow, had to be Brae. She was close. he had to be quiet.

He saw his clothes by the inside of the door, probably kicked out of the way by either of the two traitorous cunts during their little torture session. He scrambled over, patting the pockets of his slacks. Thank fuck, his wallet and car keys were still there. Without wasting a moment he pulled his dirty clothes back on, smearing them with the cum that covered him, and moved as quickly as he could to the bed, grabbing out a small bag from underneath and opening his nightstand drawer as he heard the stream stop and the toilet flush.

He stuffed all his important documents into it. Passport, IDs, bank information, anything and everything he thought he might need, or just wanted to make sure they couldn't get their claws on. When he was satisfied he stealthed to the dresser and pulled out a few clothes, a shirt, come pants, socks and underwear. Just basics. He would need something less jizz stained to change into later. He would just buy more clothes after that. That might be best anyway, leave behind as many memories of Willow, Brae, and this nightmare as possible. He made a mental note to burn what he was wearing and the clothes in the bag later on. The bag, too, for good measure.

Finally packing his laptop, too, and slipping a pair of sneakers on, he looked for the best escape route. The window? No, not with his body the way it was right now, plus they might hear it rattling if he couldn't keep himself steady enough. That only left one option. The front door.

He'd have to get past both of them, make a beeline straight for the exit and try to avoid whatever shit they had waiting for him out there. No time to think, he didn't know when they'd be coming back for him. Maybe they were going to drug him next, or taze him? Maybe even shoot him or take a kitchen knife and slice him open? Finish the job and really 'end' things. He wouldn't put anything past them now, not after this.

He placed his right hand on the doorknob as the other arm hefted his pack and held his keys, and took one final, deep breath.

*BAM*

The door flew open, but he was through it even before it hit the wall. Adrenaline surged though his veins and blood pounded in his ears as he hot out of that room like a fucking cannonball. He didn't stop, didn't look, and didn't think. His only thought to get out that fucking door and into his car before they even knew what fucking happened.

Time became erratic to him, as if running through strobe flashes, his mind seeing only snapshots as he surged through the hallway, past the bathroom and into the space between the living room and kitchen.

A picture on the wall of him and Willow in better days. A light on in the living room. Willow sitting on the couch still naked, hair matted as she placed a wrapped up box on the coffee table. Brae coming out of the kitchen to his right, also naked and wearing a party hat as she held a cake on a plate in front of her. Her stunned expression, eyes wide and lips parting as she saw him.

Suddenly, nothing but red. An impulse he couldn't stop, and didn't want to. His free arm swinging wide as he leapt past. His closed fist making contact with her face. Willow looking up, shocked horror etched on a face he'd once thought of as beautiful, as her hands dropped another box she'd been holding.

The sound of a body and a plate hitting the floor, not knowing if the shattering sound was the plate of his former friends bones cracking. He didn't much care.

A scream.

He was at the door. Through it. Flying down the foot path in the darkness. His car. Jamming the unlock button with his thumb so hard he thought he'd break it. Throwing himself inside and slamming it shut as he saw Willow standing naked in the doorway, making to hobble after him.

"WAAIIIIIT!" Her panicked scream echoing down the dark, empty street.

Wait?...Wait?!

Fuck no.

The last image he saw of her in his rear-view mirror, standing naked in the glow of the street light before collapsing to her knees and shrinking as his car sped into the night.

Then...he was gone.

**All comments/critiques are welcome, I'm new and have a lot to learn, I'm sure.

-Jamie**