Chapter 7: Sucked, Fucked, Tied, and Denied

In my dream, I was lying on a huge bed covered by a silvery-blue satin blanket and scores of soft silk-covered pillows.

I was tied face-up and nude, my legs spread and my wrists cuffed above my head. I was surrounded by young naked girls of all shapes and sizes, all hot and giggly, their bodies sheened with sweat and their hair stringy and damp, their pussies puffy and reddened with exertion. Some knelt in a circle around me, some kissed and fondled other girls, some licked my body, and some more were caressing me all over; I was covered with their exploring hands and hot tongues.

To my left and right I saw heaving little silky-smooth buttocks and golden limbs, and in front of my eyes a nest of moist hot hands eagerly grasping and rubbing my bucking bound body. One beautiful little blonde girl with a sweetly innocent face was sucking my rigid cock, bobbing slowly up and down my little shaft with her suctioning, tonguing little red mouth. Her green eyes held to mine as she worked me toward yet another orgasm...

My dream was impinged upon by another girl who suddenly waded through the sea of femaleness on the bed. A slightly older girl, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, she simply grasped and moved the others out of her way as she reached for me. Finally, she plucked the blonde off of my prick and dumped her to the left. My penis immediately felt the chill of fresh air. The new girl had black hair and green eyes, a fully-developed youn teen body, a gorgeous but tough face, and a few facial piercings in her lips and eyebrows. She worked quickly, smirking down at my face, as she unclipped my right ankle from its cuff. She flipped me over onto my face with a strong heave, then re-cuffed my ankle to leave me spread on my face. She stood up and straddled me. I saw that she was wearing a strap-on rubber cock that jutted up proudly from her crotch. She knelt down and stuck it into my mouth firmly, pressing with her weight, teling me to moisten it.

She pulled it out and moved to my crotch, and she positioned herself to put her cock up my ass... I felt it push... the other girls moved away to watch from the edges of the huge bed... she began to push her rubber dong into my ass slowly, filling it, stretching my virgin ring...

... and I woke up. To the exact same sensation. My cousin-Mistress was above my bound body on her fours with a strap-on, and she was pushing it into my ass. She saw that I had awoken, and she got down next to my ear as she kept up the pressure. I felt her hot breath on my earlobe as she whispered "Here's your wake-up call, little boy. I simply love to fuck males up their asses, and when I saw that little pink rosebud of yours, I had to get your ass under me..."

She now had opened up my anus enough to begin sliding the cock in, millimeter by milimeter. My sphincter strained to accomodate the thick hard rubber, bright with the sharp pain of being stressed open more widely than it had ever been in my life. I felt her strapon with the clutching walls of my rectum, and for the first time felt the sensation of being fucked up my ass. It felt like needing to go poop did, but with the erotic feeling of knowing that it was something entirely different. I was being put down and pinned by a powerful and beautiful thirty-year-old woman.

"I'm going to fuck you with this for a while... there's a cock on the inside of this that's doing my pussy as I do your ass..." she kept pushing into me as she spoke into my ear... "get ready for the rest of it, I'm pushing it all the way in."

A quick surge forward of her hips filled my virgin rectum with her rubber shlong. "Now I'm going to fuck you, little boy," she hissed.

She began slowly to draw back nearly the full length of the dildo before slamming back home. I lurched forward with the force, and my ankles yanked against their bonds. She began to speed up, a heat actually building inside my most secret place as she invaded it with quickening full thrusts. The bed began to shake rhythmically and she began to grunt a bit; I simply squinched my eyes and emitted the occasional squal as she loosened me up.

The fucking built to a crescendo, heavy, rapid, violent slams, back and forth, in and out, the entire bed in motion, the headboard banging against the bedroom wall. Mistress Martha began to emit a high-pitched moan that grew into a yelp, and then a loud shriek as she had her first of a quick string of drenched orgasms. She peaked, then slowed, then ground to a sweaty halt, collapsing on top of my little body with her cock still embedded in my warmed and reamed asshole.

She pulled out with a sudden pop and stood up. The air in the room, already thick due to the zero ventilation preferred by the owner of the trailer, was filled with the stink of anal sex and human sweat, and was heating up as the sun beat down on the unshaded metal of the trailer's exterior. We were both literally dripping with sweat.

"Today, slave boy Jamie, we girls have a special torment planned for you. We're going to keep you naked and tied up all day long, and we're going to do some dress-up and some creative things to tease you unmercifully. We're going to keep you hard all... day... long. But..." and she smiled devilishly down at me, "we're never going to let you come. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Her slick strap-on still flopping around, she moved about the bed to re-tie me spread-eagled and face-up. My cock, soft, began to swell as she placed one of her bare soles onto my lips and stroked my penis gently with one hand. I got hard, and quickly. My full four-inch kid cock stood up rigid and at attention.

"Here's how we're going to do it. All four of us girls are going to work on you in shifts, two of us at a time for an hour at a time. Stroking you, sucking you, fucking you, teasing you, but always with a little cock-quirt and a bag of ice ready to smack or freeze that little hairless penis of yours if it looks like you're going to spew. We're starting right now... it's 10 AM... as soon as you have breakfast and a trip to the bathroom. I'll be back with a bedpan."

My eyes widened as she said "bedpan" and I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off.

"Bedpan. You're staying tied all day. No exceptions."

A few minutes later she returned with my sister Kaitlyn. I underwent the humiliation of using the bedpan, then being wiped down by my cousin, as my sister watched and giggled.

A half -hour passed, and the pair returned again. My 13-year-old sibling had dressed up in a cheerleader outfit, a blue-and-white short skirt and tight top, and the little leather shoes and short white sox. er hair was bound up into two pigtails with loopy blue ribbons.

My adult cousin, Martha, "Mistress" to me, wore a long t-shirt and nothing else. It covered all of her body above the top of her crotch... but her pussy was nakedly exposed just below the lower hem of the yellow cotton shirt. She carried a bowl of oatmeal and a few oranges. "Energy food," she told me, "you'll need it. We're going until at least three or four o'clock in the morning before we let you sleep... and when we let you sleep, you're going to have the bluest balls any eleven-year-old boy has ever had. Hah!"

She sat on the bed and swung her legs across my belly. She fed me the oatmeal by the spoonful until the bowl was gone; as she did this, my sister knelt between my legs and squeezed a dollop of KY onto the head of my penis. Slowly and lightly, she worked it into the skin of my shaft and head as I was being fed.

When the oatmeal was gone, Martha stood up. She peeled an orange as Kaitlyn kept up with her ministrations to my genitals; she moved down to my balls and oiled up those hairless sacks. My rod stiffened to full hardness. Martha finished peeling the fruit, then broke off sections. She got back up onto the bed and straddled my face so that her pussy was bare inches above my face. She pushed two sections of orange into her glistening slit, burying them into moist pink flesh. She settled down onto my face, letting all of her weight bear down, and the struggling breaths I was then able to take were heavily scented with sweating horny womanness and lightly scented with a whiff of pleasant citrus.

"I'll let you breathe when you suck those orange slices out of me," she told me, "and you'll eat the whole orange this way..."

I began to suck and tongue her dripping sex as she squeezed my head between her thighs, utterly sealing out oxygen. I found the slices with my tongue, tangy juices mingling with musky juices, and sucked them out. They were already very warm. I enjoyed the burst of juice as I chewed, and as soon as I swallowed, she stood up on her knees. I took a huge breath as I gazed up at her sweetened pussy. She was already inserting the next two slices.

This went on until the orange was gone, all the while my sister teasing my cock as needed to keep it rock-hard. Martha got on top of me on all fours over my spread-eagled bound form with her ass facing my chin. She began to poke at my little head with her tongue as Kaitlyn worked my balls with her own. Martha would occasionally move her pussy onto my face or lips as the females spent 45 minutes leisurely teasing my engorged spike.

My two girl-cousins came into the room to take over. Eleven-year-old Lanya and thirteen-year-old Tanya had put on their swimsuits. Tanya wore a two-piece lime green bikini, and Lanya a tight and shiny one-piece "Little Mermaid" suit.

Her mosquito bites stood out prominently under this material, and the suit was too small for her, which made the understrap split her pussy lips so that her silky labia were exposed on either side.

Lanya jumped right between my legs and began to suck on my cock-head. Martha watched her, and reminded:

"Remember, no cumming! If he lets out some pre-cum, you need to stop right away and grab the ice bag out of that cooler I put at the end of the bed. Or, use the little whip and beat his penis with it until it softens. But only do that in emergencies, because that quirt will really wear it out."

Lanya slowed down to maintenance speed. Her sister, meanwhile, was straddling my face and letting me smell her crotch, teasing my nose with dips and sways and feathery touches of her swimsuit panties.

For an hour, the little girls kept my hips bucking and my breathing at the rapid rate of inflamed lust with their tormenting teases. By the time the sixty minutes ended, Tanya had shed her swim bottoms, and was doing tiny dips onto my cockhead with her pussy, letting the head enter her tight little slit, holding and squeezing for a moment, and then popping off for a short while. She did this over and over, never fully letting my craving cock sink fully into her heated bliss, driving me insane with the urge to bury myself deeply, fully. But no matter how hard I resisted my bindings, they were too tight for my hip-bucking to force my prick further into her teasing thrusts.