Night At The Cocksbury

“Nggghhhh!” Billy grunted in relief as he set eight plastic bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. His well toned arms were sore from a long afternoon at the gym, but he’d had just enough strength to carry in all the food in one go.

’Fuck yeah! Groceries only take one trip!’

It was a stubborn, silly custom, but also one of the few masculine rituals Billy could cling to in a world that was rapidly being cleansed of machismo. He removed the cold items from the bags and placed them in the fridge. He liked to think of it as their fridge, but it wasn’t. Not really. It was Sheryl’s fridge. Sheryl’s apartment. Sheryl’s everything, if he was being honest. Billy was just her live-in boyfriend.

Technically, it had been his choice to live this way, but it wasn’t like the world was giving him many options. The university he and Sheryl attended stopped accepting male students after his sophomore year. Shortly after, all existing male students were expelled. At that point, his job prospects became very limited. In time, even entry level and manual labor jobs started to dry up for men.

It felt like a bizarre joke, at first. ’Oh, really? We’re not allowed to go to school anymore? To work? What a shame!’ Then the new financial regulations came crashing down. No new bank accounts for men. All existing ones required a female conservator signed on who assumed control of the assets. Otherwise, they could be seized. Suddenly, the rapid, systemic changes to their society weren’t so funny anymore.

It was difficult to tell who was making the calls these days. The government? Athena Corp? Was there even a difference between the two anymore? Women everywhere were undergoing the change and each time they did, another man ended up on his knees. Billy understood why, now. He’d fallen into the same state. Oddly enough, he’d grown comfortable with it.

Sheryl had found his dating profile not long before Billy was kicked out of school. A young man of medium height and boyish good looks with chin-length brown hair, soft brown eyes and a gymnast’s body. He’d listed himself as being open to kinky play and very willing to try new things. Sheryl snatched him up and got him wrapped around her finger in record time.

Billy was overjoyed when she invited him to move in with her. Unlike a lot of guys, he wasn’t too proud to accept help from a woman; especially a sexually charged beauty like Sheryl. He’d planned to find work while Sheryl continued pursuing her master’s degree. As time went on, no job was forthcoming and it became apparent his status was being cemented. Now, he was dependent on her.

What would happen if Sheryl got tired of him? Would he have to crawl back home? What would that be like, now that his mother had undergone the change? Speculating on that scenario painted a less than pretty picture. Billy had virtually zero options now, while Sheryl enjoyed lavish benefits. All early adopters of Athena bio-tech were showered with generous incentives, from paid tuition to a full living stipend that lasted for many years post-surgery.

It wasn’t fair, at least from his perspective, but the president and CEO of Athena begged to differ. She called it ‘righting the wrongs of history’ and ‘ushering in a new age of female empowerment and sexual harmony.’ Billy couldn’t argue with the second part. There was no doubt women were being empowered and most people were having more sex than they ever imagined. Even if it wasn’t the sex they’d envisioned earlier in their lives.

The front door of the house opened and closed, snapping Billy from his musings.

“I’M HOOOMMMMEEEEE!” Sheryl’s voice called from the entrance.

“Hey!” Billy answered. “I’m in the kitchen! Just got back from shopping.”

“You put the cold stuff away?”

“Yup” he answered while closing the freezer door. “Just finished!”

“Good. You can do the rest later. Get in here, slut! I’m dying for some relief.”

“Dying?” Billy asked with a chuckle as he walked into the living room. “I sucked you off just before you left!”

“Uh huh ... It’s been six hours. An Athena girl has needs!” she replied with a wink.

He knew that only too well, but didn’t let it get in the way of their fun banter. Billy smiled as he studied his gorgeous girlfriend up and down. Sheryl had milky white skin, sparkling blue eyes and lovely hair that tumbled all the way down to the small of her back. She was always dyeing it different colors. This month it was green. Her large rack and powerful thighs were cloaked in gray and dark blue sweats. That meant she’d come directly home from volleyball practice.

Billy slowed to a stop and Sheryl pointed at the floor in front of her. He got on his knees, grinning as she stripped off her sweatshirt and tossed it aside. Her sizable breasts came into focus, restrained only by her form-fitting sports bra. Billy spotted her bulge even before she shimmied out of her sweatpants and kicked them away. The scope of her arousal became much more evident. Sheryl’s hefty cock pressed against her silky, black panties, creating a fierce outline as it strained to be free.

She ran her right hand through his hair a few times, soothing her obedient pet as she eyed him haughtily. A devious smile spread across her face.

“Did you finish your chores for the day?”

“Not yet. I kinda slept in...”

“Mmmm, I’m not surprised. I kept you up pretty late last night. You won’t be punished for that. But you will be punished if you don’t get those hands behind your back right now.”

Billy tucked his arms back and clamped his right palm over his left wrist, locking his hands behind him. He knew that Sheryl’s punishments, while often pleasurable at first, could end up quite severe. A thorough spanking from Sheryl meant he might not be able to sit comfortably for the next few days.

“Good. Now kiss it” she ordered.

Billy leaned forward and placed his lips on the giant bulge in her satin underwear. The flowery scent of fabric softener mixed with her thick musk and the grime of her workout surged into his nostrils. It overpowered him completely, causing Billy’s libido to surge. He felt his own cock jump in his basketball shorts as he planted a long, loving kiss on her warm erection and weighty scrotum.

“Naughty boy! Looks like someone’s eager to suck cock, as usual. Unwrap it, my little pup! Gently. Then get those paws back behind you where they belong!”

Sheryl placed her hands on her hips as her slave reached up and gently guided the panties down her legs. Her massive schwanz was freed, slapping Billy in the face as he pulled the garment past her strong thighs. Sheryl’s underwear fell the rest of the way.

He tucked his arms back behind him, assuming the most submissive position as Sheryl brushed her leaking glans up and down his features. Soon, her hot length covered the right side of his face, casting his left eye into fleshy darkness. Its tip oozed pre-cum into his soft, brown hair as her heavy balls pressed against his mouth and chin.

Her missile grew thicker and meaner as it twitched against his skin. Sheryl felt his hot breath on her most sensitive anatomy. She lifted her fleshy weapon and slapped him on the cheek with it several times. “I didn’t shower before coming home. I know how much you love sucking a nice, sweaty cock. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress! I’m a dirty cock whore!”

“I know you are ... Let’s put those filthy lips to work.”

She dragged her drooling schlong all over his face one more time before pressing her warm glans to his pursed lips. Billy knew better than to open his mouth without being instructed. Mistress enjoyed forcing her way in. Sheryl grabbed him by the hair and pressed forward with powerful hips. Her cockhead burrowed into his soft portal and only then did he open his jaw to allow her further entry.

Sheryl murmured a throaty chuckle, cooing lightly as her fat fuck-stick tunneled into his well trained mouth. She didn’t relent until half her fearsome length was buried in his moist cavern. Sheryl pulled out a bit and began plowing back into his sucking cheeks. With each wet insertion and smooth, sucking withdrawal, she burrowed more of her fat cock into her fuck-toy’s accommodating hole.

This was how it usually went. Sheryl liked a blowjob as soon as she got home. If the pattern held, she would come in his throat, then rest a few minutes and re-hydrate before bending him over the sofa or taking him to the bedroom and tying him up. She liked to work up an appetite by giving him a good, hard ass pounding. Then she would relax while Billy made dinner.

Her two afternoon climaxes took an hour out of Billy’s day like clockwork. His morning and late evening duties added two more hours of sexual servitude. An hour and a half of sucking cock and an hour and a half of taking it up the ass were part of his daily schedule. Not only did Athena Corp imbue women with cocks that dwarfed the size of ninety nine percent of men, but they had far superior stamina and potency. A staggering amount of stimulation was required to get an Athena woman to orgasm and her emissions could only be described as prodigious.

Billy imagined he’d swallowed more semen in the last year than most Thai, lady-boy prostitutes had in a lifetime’s worth of sexual service. Sheryl was always pressing him to take more cock. Lately she’d been bringing friends home to double team him whenever they were free. Billy suspected all Athena women had this overclocked sex drive at their core. Their new physiology and the drugs they took to maintain their sexual enhancements were likely fueling a desire to dominate and fill men with ever more glue-like spunk.

“Hey! Focus on my pleasure, slave! More tongue!” Sheryl insisted while yanking on his hair. “Look at me when I’m fucking your mouth! I want to see the surrender in those baby browns...”

Billy put on his best doe-eyed expression, channeling his longing to make her moan into his shimmering orbs. He slurped on her cock more passionately as its tip plowed through his uvula into the back of his throat. He tongued the underside of her cum cannon lovingly, caressing her sperm channel with dire need. He re-doubled his efforts to please her, even as Sheryl entered his throat and he gagged on her length with wet coughs.

He wished it was all an act, but it wasn’t. Whether he’d been born to suck cock, Athena semen had altered his biology in some way, or the male wellness supplement had changed Billy’s urges, he couldn’t deny it. He enjoyed servicing Sheryl’s girthy pole. He liked being her plaything.