We were all pretty exhausted, so decided to call it a night. Kevin and Gloria got dressed and went upstairs. Katie had me take the plug out of my hole and she put her dildo back on. We laid on the bed, her spooning me from behind, and she slid the length into me. Once it was in deep, she kissed the back of my neck and said, "I still love you...PussyBoy." She stayed where she was and drifted off to sleep. I laid awake, wondering what she meant by that. I was exhausted though, and soon forgot my worries as I went to sleep, my asshole wrapped around my ex's fake cock. The strangest thing was, this was not even the strangest experience of the week.
I woke up in the morning, my asshole a sore mess. I had rolled off Katie's cock during the night, and felt somewhat empty. Unfortunately it was a school day, so I had to get up and get ready. I had to leave Katie for the day, which was difficult. In spite of my recent acceptance of my true sexual desires, I still found the sight of Katie face down on the bed, her round ass looking so tasty sightly up in the air, it all made my cock so hard. Which hurt quite a bit, as I was sheathed and dripping in the leather vice. I did get to free it though, as I had to shower. When I finished, Katie had woken up and she ordered me to wear my medium plug for the day. Little did she know how much I enjoyed this; the morning had been my playtime when we lived together. I used to finger myself in the shower each morning, preparing my hole and leaving a sensation that would keep me hard through the day. My ass easily took the plug, and I god sheathed and dressed and headed for school. I managed to not think about it too much on the subway, so thankfully I didn't get hard more than once or twice. During the day was quite bit different. Katie must have found my class schedule, because about 2 minutes after each class ended, I would hear my phone ring.
"Hi PussyBoy. Remember when you were sucking out assholes last night, and then I fucked you like the faggot I always knew you were? Well, thought that might give you a rise. Bye, PussyBoy." And like that she was gone; I was still packing my books and had to figure out how to get out of class with my cock poking as hard as possible into the sheath.
I limped out of the room and went to my next class. Just after it ended, she started in with the same speech again.
"Oh PussyBoy, I see you have 20 minutes free. Now we are going to have fun tonight and that pesky cum gets in the way, so go release some pressure. You are going to stay on the phone with me. Remember that private bathroom in the library, where you used to want to fuck me, when you thought you couldn't get hard because I wasn't adventurous enough? Go there, PussyBoy."
I had no choice but to run over there and call her back.
"Good PussyBoy. Now drop those pants and cum as fast as possible." I started masturbating quickly and she was shouting into the phone what a faggot cocksucker I was and how I needed to eat my own cum, and it all sent me over the edge. I came in my hand. She ordered me to use the camera in the phone to take a picture of myself eating my cum, and to send it to her. She said it would be a fun one to send to some of her friends. I'm sure she knew what that would due to me, and my face was clearly bright red as I ate my load and sent off the evidence to Katie. But my cock was still hard and I'm sure she sensed that.
"So PussyBoy think you can cum again? Do it quick, you don't want to walk into class late, looking all embarrassed like that. So stroke that cock. Master Ric told me how good you were at phone sex, so talk to me. Tell me what you want, PussyBoy"
"Yes Mistress. Mistress I am a little cumslut as you know. I used to blame you because I was too ashamed to admit my true desires. All along I was denying the pleasure that true control of my anal pleasure center would provide. Master has taught me, and you are seeing it as well, that my cock is a waste of skin compared to every inch of my sensitive anus. That is why I couldn't keep my cock hard, not because anything you did. Mistress, I want to turn over my anus to your use tonight and this pesky cock is just a waste of space. May I drain more cum so it will not be in our way tonight?"
"Wow, PussyBoy, you sure do like talking about all this gay shit. Go ahead, dump your fucking load. And while you do it, think about the tub of grease and how hard my fist is gonna slide in and out of that so called "pleasure center" tonight, you little faggot. Now cum, you PussyBoy!"
And with that, I had no hope but to dump another thick load in my hand, which I thankfully ate. I had to clean up quickly and head out for class. Sure enough I was late, and had to slide into my seat as the leather was chafing a bit on my sticky, sore cock head.
That class was a long lecture, which gave me plenty of time for my mind to wander. I was constantly thinking of how different my life now was, and how strange it was to have Katie getting involved in it again. And the grease...her fist...my swollen hole...I nearly came again, and was shaken out of it by the professor dismissing class. I sat there until the room cleared, and Katie called again. She gave me instructions for stopping at the store. She told me I was going to be cooking her dinner. She also instructed me to go to the porn store on the way home.
"Now PussyBoy, we need to up the ante a bit. You barely felt it last night when my cock was in your hole. You should not be able to sleep when my cock is in your hole, no matter how tired you are. So go buy a proper strap-on to fill that faggot ass of yours. And just to be sure there is no confusion, you are going to buy a porn, like "Chicks with Dicks" or something. Actually, just call the house from the store."
I had to think about that as I rode the subway back to our neighborhood across the bridge. I stopped at the store, and called her as ordered.
"OK, PussyBoy, what do you have?"
"Chicks With Dicks Volume 8" I mumbled.
"Speak up! What, you still have shame you faggot? Be proud that your ex is gonna fuck you tonight. Most chicks would be out the door, but I kind of like the power all this gives me. You made me feel like shit for so long, and it was your fault all along. You were just a sorry faggot who didn't want to admit it."
"Chicks with Dicks Volume 8: See how much their men can take!" I said, clearly reading the box. She thanked me for being honest with myself, and asked me to describe each strap on to her. There was only the store clerk there, so I just did it. Of course she waited for one of the bigger ones before hearing what she liked. She then instructed me to go to the counter, then ordered me to hand the phone to the clerk. I did as I was told and soon saw him laughing.
"Sorry lady. I need my cock sucked but not that bad....Oh well, I guess that's not too gay. Sure, thanks for the tip. Sure I'll be seeing him again. Maybe you'll come with some time; you sound pretty hot. Alright, later."
"OK, PussyBoy, get back in that video booth."
I could only imagine what Katie told him, as I saw him lock the door and flip the "Back in 10 min." sign on the door. I went to the booth. He came in next to me and told me to get under the shelf on my knees. I did as I was told, and he turned on a movie of a straight slave scene. He watched as a girl was tied on her knees, and as the girl got her cock sucked, he pulled out his cock and sprayed a hot thick stream of piss across my face. He finished, zipped up, and walked out. I had at least expected him to be horny enough to let me suck him off after demeaning me like that. Oh well. I walked out and smelled his hot coffee piss smell that was drying into my t-shirt. I paid for my ordered, and he just laughed as he unlocked the door and let me out.
"Enjoy PussyBoy. Don't hurt yourself on that fucking thing. See you soon, I'm sure."
I headed out with the package, and got home ready to start the playing. But Katie had other things in mind.
"Sorry, you were supposed to to get your pleasure back at the porn store. Guess you don't look skilled enough to convince a straight man. Guess we'll have to go demonstrate for him sometime. But you missed your chance, so now is for me. Go use your enema to clean up and put in a bigger plug, then get in that kitchen and cook me dinner, bitch!"
I did as I was told, first cleaning out my hole in the familiar way. Then I put on the maid's outfit as she demanded. I got cooking in the kitchen, hoping to get to the fun of the evening. She came in as I was cooking with her old strapon, and pulled out my plug. She began sliding her cock in me, wiggling around, then pulling out and letting me get back to my work. She did this again and again, teasing my hole. She finally pulled out and slid the plug in, allowing me to plate up her dinner. I served her, and she thanked me. When she was finished, she permitted me to eat the leftovers off her plate on the floor. I then went to clean up, and once again she buried her cock in my hole. I was standing at the sink, so she buried it deep in me, and each time I would move, her rubber cock would jab against one of my boy-pussy walls. The tip was sliding roughly across my prostate, and I was in total bliss. It was hard to focus on the dishes, but soon I was done and able to devote my full energies to Katie. We went back to the living room, where she had me remove my apron and present myself to her.
She had me lay down across her lap, as was now a familiar position for me, and with the first hard slap across my tender cheeks, I knew I was in for another wonderful night.
To Be Continued...
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