The atmosphere in the school bus heading north on Highway 71 was subdued. The last game of the season had not gone well, though Randy had given it everything he could. The rain hadn't helped, muting the efforts of the cheerleaders, and even the sight of Kayla's enthusiastic pink-and-white pompoms had failed to lift his spirits towards the end.
It was still raining, and harder now. The wheels kept throwing up sheets of water either side of the bus. Randy fought to keep himself staring at Kayla, the only girl on the squad. Randy had no doubt there would have been no girls on the cheerleading squad if Kayla's dad wasn't a major sponsor of the team. Not that Kayla didn't deserve a place - Kayla was twice the athlete of any of the other girls. Truth be told, she could outpace all the boys on the team in a race round the field.
Folks didn't like that, though. Randy's father didn't like it, and he certainly wouldn't like that his only son was chasing after her. Randy would have liked to tell people he didn't care what his father thought, but he lacked the courage for that. Kayla too. They had kissed, made it even to second base, but such moments were stolen. Furtive.
Hopefully there would be a real opportunity to go further at the party at Sammy's that night. It was stupid that they were all adults now, all eighteen, but still couldn't legally buy alcohol. Fortunately, Sammy's brother had bought them a few kegs, and all the team, the whole squad too, would be there, wild and unsupervised. Kayla would be there, and Randy's cock hardened as he imagined it finally penetrating Kayla's tight, wet pussy. In this sweet fantasy, there was no condom, and afterwards his creamy cum leaked from her pink pussy to run down the milky skin of her thighs and he fed his dripping cock into her mouth for her to clean - and, of course, he would harden as she sucked hungrily, and they would do it again, and again.
Lightning cracked the sky as the rain increased to a torrential downpour, and the bus slowed to a crawl. Thunder boomed loud over the deafening roar of hammering raindrops, and abruptly it was dark. No lights, no phones, nothing. The engine shuddered and failed, eliciting cries of dismay.
Followed by screams into sudden silence. As if the rain had stopped in an instant. As if the bus were falling through pitch paleness into the heart of the Earth itself. Randy grabbed at seats around him for security, weightless and disorientated for several pounding heartbeats. More screams and yells from all around him as gravity reasserted itself, throwing him painfully, awkwardly, between the seats.
Bright purple light flooded in through the windows, which were torn loudly from the bus in a shriek of twisting sheet metal, and hands reached in to grab Randy. Huge hands, twice the size of his own. Belonging to arms twice as thick as his own. He fought to be free of that brutal grip, but uselessly. Another giant had pulled Sammy from the bus, and beyond him Kayla screamed as she was plucked out by the feet and a deep, unfamiliar voice laughed.
"Let me go!" Randy shouted as he kicked viciously at his captor - who grunted with pain and threw Randy onto the ground that was cold and hard like steel. Even as he struggled back to his feet, torn momentarily between the desire to fight and an urge to flee, a ring of cold steel fastened about his neck and a shock of electricity sent him sprawling onto the ground again.
As his consciousness spiralled away, his awareness focussed on his shorts that clung very wetly to him. He had pissed himself.
*
He awoke in a cage. He awoke in a narrow, circular cage, and entirely naked save for the steel collar about his neck. The bars were slender, but strong, and spaced about an inch apart. Randy struggled to his feet within the confined space, his knees in agony from the unnatural position he'd been in while asleep.
The light was dim, but he could see other cages lined up either side. Sammy on one side. Jessica on the other. Both naked. Both crying out in complaint as they awoke to this horrifying new reality. Kayla too, several cages beyond. "Where are we?" Jessica demanded. "What the fuck!" Her hands tugged at her collar, but it was as secure about her neck as Randy's was about his. His fingers could find no hinge, no lock, no weakness or imperfection at all. It wasn't heavy or uncomfortable, but there was no ignoring it.
"Did you get a good look at them?" Sammy asked. "They seemed... big."
"Like body builders on steroids," Randy agreed. "Except bigger."
"Fucking perverts is what they are," Jessica hissed as she tried to bend the bars.
A large door swung open and light streamed in past three silhouetted figures. Two of the dark figures resolved slowly into muscular brutes of men, scowling with dim intelligence as they walked slowly past, examining their captives with disdain. But it was the middle figure who snared Randy's attention and held it.
A pale woman, her skin darker than Kayla's, her head shaved bare save for a vividly red mohawk and a short, braided ponytail, exuded physical power and authority. Her clothes, consisting of red leather and steel spikes, seemed designed to reveal as much as they concealed, emphasising a voluptuous yet muscular figure. She dismissed Jessica with a sneer and turned her gaze to Randy.
Randy was dimly aware that his cock was erect and throbbing as he drank in the woman's mesmerising curves. Her red leather corset supported the most magnificent breasts he had ever set eyes on, and her rear matched her front. Round, firm, huge. Her eyes were a startling blue, and bright with intelligence as she studied him. His hard cock did not escape her notice. "This one," she said. Her words were English but her accent strange, but it sounded to Randy like she said, "I want him delivered tonight."
With a grunt of acknowledgement, the two brutes picked up Randy's cage between them, and followed the pale woman out through the door. Randy looked back anxiously at his teammates, and his eyes sought out Kayla who cried out his name uncaring that everyone would hear, but then the door swung shut and he was cut off from them all.
As the pale woman marched off without a backwards glance, the two men carried him in his cage to an ominous machine with a circular opening, a dark mouth that his cage was lowered into, and then withdrawn - leaving Randy half swallowed as a ring tightened about his midriff. Steel grips about his feet and thighs held him still as he fought with his hands to open the ring and escape. The two men had left him there, clearly confident he would not.
Cold instruments, out of sight below, touched him everywhere. Whatever they were doing to him, they were taking their time. Sometimes it tickled, sometimes it pinched, sometimes it stung. "What the hell?" he cried out, not expecting an answer, and not receiving one.
At long last, the grips eased, the ring opened, and Randy was able to pull himself out of the machine. His relief was short-lived. He stared in horror at the steel band that was tight about his waist, and at the fine mesh of chain mail that coated his legs from waist all the way to the tips of his toes. Like a pair of silvery fishnet tights, almost, but without the elasticity. His scrotum and cock protruded from the garment.
"You bastards!" he cried out, grabbing at the outline of his cock, squeezing it, and quickly understanding that it would never be enough. They had done something to him.
When he tried to stand, the mesh about his feet refused to let him stand flat, instead forcing him onto tiptoes. It was almost enough to bring him to tears, but he refused to cry. Randy was a man, damn it, and men didn't cry.
Suddenly fearing that the cruel mesh sealed him completely, he felt behind him with his hands - but no. There was an opening at the back, big enough for him to squeeze a hand through. He was almost able, with a little contorting, to reach far enough inside to touch his balls, but the garment was too skilfully designed.
Randy gave a soft cry of surprise. He was hairless down there! And not just there. The machine had removed all his hair from the waist down. Otherwise it would have been poking through the chain mail and no doubt catching it too.
He hated everything about it! So why was his cock still swollen? Why was there precum leaking through the links? (Would the metal get rusty? Would he have to pee through the chain mail too?)
The two brutes returned and marched him back to the room he had awoken in and left him standing freely where his cage had been before.
There were fewer cages. A lot fewer. Jessica was gone. Kayla too. All the cheerleaders were gone. Some of his teammates too. Sammy was still there, though. "What the fuck, dude?"
Randy's cheeks were burning as he turned to face his friend. "I didn't choose this," he whined. His hands were free. He could have taken the clothes off, but what was the point? Revealing what had been done to him would be far worse.
"Where do you think we are?" Sammy asked.
Randy had been wondering the same thing for hours. "I'm pretty sure we're still on Earth," he said, "although who knows. Maybe a different dimension. Or the future, maybe."
Sammy snorted. "Evolution has made the men uglier and the women hotter."
There was no arguing with that. "Where did they take the girls?" he asked.
"I think I heard one of them say something about a farm."
The door opened and one of the brutes marched in - or perhaps a different one. He attached a leash to the front of Randy's collar and tugged firmly, pulling Randy obediently after. "Good luck," Sammy called after him, but Randy was too focussed on not tripping over his own feet in those horrible high-heeled boots to answer.
*
The vehicle that transported him had no windows to look out of. From the vibrations, it was sometimes very fast, sometimes slow, and never was there any hope of possible escape. After an hour, maybe two, it deposited him in a warehouse space, a wide but enclosed space of steel beams, machinery and leather seating.
A dozen women, perhaps more, could be seen, some at work, some relaxing. All were gorgeous women with voluptuous curves, but none were as divine as the one standing in front of him, her blue eyes glimmering with amusement. "I imagine you have questions," she said.
The abrupt surge of hope had Randy almost dizzy. "Yes!" he cried out in relief. "Where are we? Or when? And how did we get here?" More importantly, how could he get back? How could they all get back?
Blue Eyes laughed. "Yes, you're right. Welcome to your future. A future in which men are infertile and our wombs will not bear children. We mine the past for women to breed our future, and if we catch the occasional... man, if indeed you merit such a description, then we use him for pleasure."
While she spoke, she unbuckled her leather corset, and it fell to the floor leaving her hypnotically beautiful breasts bare, close enough for him to reach out and touch, if he dared. Her areolae were huge and almost pale, her nipples jutting out as if demanding to be sucked on. Randy's cock throbbed painfully beneath his skirt and his arms twitched as the need to free his cock fought against the reality that he would look ridiculous as he tried and failed to do so.
"I can tell I made the right choice," Blue Eyes said. "You're going to make a sweet, slutty boy for me to play with. Lift your clothes and show me your cock."
Caught between abject misery at his predicament and an aching arousal, humiliated by his imprisonment and yet yearning to feel the weight of those gorgeous breasts and wrap his lips about those swollen nipples, Randy lifted the front of his skirt, revealing what little of his cock could be seen.
"Let me show you mine," Blue Eyes said, unbuckling her leather skirt. It fell to reveal not a cock but a semi-swollen cock. Even in its limp state it dwarfed Randy's when erect - not that his cock could get erect any longer.
Randy gaped as much in amazement as fear as that pale cock stiffened in front of him. As it aimed at him. Slowly it dawned on him that he had been right about the purpose of the hole at his rear. He had just been wrong about who would demand its use. "Do you understand, my sweet?" she said. "Do you understand that your hands will serve me, and your mouth will worship me, and that you will be rubbing your cock as I fill your ass the way only a real woman can?"
His legs gave way and he fell to his knees, an inelegant collapse that unfortunately brought him closer to the object of fascination. Unconsciously he rubbed his enmeshed cock as he stared at the monster that salivated in front of him. "I'll let you use your hands this time," Blue Eyes said, as if bestowing a kindness. "But if you shy away when I finish, if you do not look into my eyes like a good slut as I paint your face and chest, then I will not be gentle when I claim your virgin pussy."
Randy had never touched another man's cock, but Blue Eyes was no man, and Randy wasn't feeling much like one either. How strange it was that just hours earlier he had been dreaming of Kayla's lips wrapped about his cock, and now instead he was the one kneeling before a cock.
Tentatively he raised his hands to the throbbing shaft, and found it startlingly warm. It seemed to pulse with power beneath his fingertips. Precum dripped from its fearful eye and he felt its slippery wetness. A slut, he said to himself. You're a slut. A slut who loves playing with cocks and getting facials. You can do this.
He did it. He coiled his hands about the shaft, worked it slowly, and stroke by stroke his fear and reluctance burned away. Not wholly, not yet, but he allowed himself to enjoy the experience, to accept that this was who he had to be for the moment. One day he would escape. One day he would find the others and find a way back to the twenty-first century, but for now he was a girl in a strange world, and worshipping an astonishing pale cock was no great hardship.
He shuffled his hips restlessly in an attempt to excite his cock, his cock, and did not pull away when Blue Eyes began thrusting her cock between his hands. He licked his lips when her precum splashed against his face, curious about the taste. He could tell she was getting close, but not how close until she ordered, "Look into my eyes, slut."
Fighting down a fresh wave of fear, Randy looked up between her round, beautiful breasts, into those blue eyes. And opened his mouth. Ready to receive her cum. One hand worked her cock with enthusiasm, the other rubbed desperately at his cock, and Blue Eyes moaned lustfully as she met his obedient gaze. She gripped her cock to hold it steady as cum burst out into his mouth.
There was so much of it! The first three huge spurts jetted between his wide open lips, and then she directed her aim at his cheeks, first one, then the other. She aimed down at his chest, cream striping across his nipples, and as the flow finally eased, she returned her cock to his lips to add a last dribble of cum to the mess already there.
"Swallow," she said, "like a good slut."
And he did. It wasn't easy to get it down - not because of the taste, which was unusual but not unpleasant, but because of its syrupy consistency. Some escaped from his mouth in the attempt, but Blue Eyes scooped it up with a finger and fed it back to him, and he sucked her fingers clean while his own fingers rubbed at his still aching, swollen cock.
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"Mount up, Boy," Blue said, patting the seat behind her. "Let's go get you something proper to wear."
Blue was an attractive woman, despite being old enough to be Randy's mother and more muscular than he liked women to be. Taller and more muscular than himself, and Randy was a star athlete back home, used to being admired. Even her cock dwarfed Randy's own. Everything about her made him feel diminished as a man.
He had been abducted into the future, into a world where, it seemed, men were ugly, dickless brutes and women were futas, gorgeously curved and sexually voracious. He had been collared and stripped, and put in a cage, one of many in a long row, the others containing his teammates, the cheerleaders, presumably the team coaches and the bus driver too.
Thinking about it stirred a guilty anger. Randy should have fought harder! Although it wasn't clear how fighting would have changed anything. He would still be exactly where he was, the women would still have been taken to the breeding farm, and God only knew where the others had ended up.
Only hours before, they had been heading home after a dismal game, in dismal weather. Randy had been looking forward to a party where he had hoped to finally get into Kayla's panties. Now Randy didn't know whether he'd ever see her again - or, indeed, whether he'd ever see his own cock again.
He straddled the bike behind Blue, his hands gripping her leather-clad hips for support. He wanted to hate her for what she had done to him, what she wanted to do to him, but everything about her excited him sexually: her huge breasts, her gorgeous ass, her smell...
She was warm too. Randy was bare from the waist up, and once outside the warehouse where Blue's crew seemed to live, there was a chill in the air that made him glad of Blue's close proximity.
On the bike, pressed against Blue's back, he was aroused again. It confused him. Randy had just had his whole world torn away. His team, his Girlfriend, all of them were in deep, impossible trouble. He himself had been bought as a sex slave and raped. But despite all that, he was aroused again. Earlier he had had Blue's cock in his hands, and instead of fighting to keep his dignity, he had surrendered to the role she demanded of him. He had even opened his mouth willingly, and swallowed on command.
Randy wasn't gay. He wasn't a woman. So why did being treated in this humiliating way excite him so much?
Three bikes set out from the warehouse. Like Blue, Jade and Cutie were muscular women with voluptuous curves. Both wore red leather, as indeed did all the women in the crew. Clearly some sort of uniform. Jade was perhaps a younger than Blue; Cutie wasn't much older than Randy. Jade's hair was styled like Blue's into a mohawk and braided ponytail; Cutie's blonde hair was braided into pigtails. Blue wore a pair of pistols at her sides; the others carried rifles.
Randy's hands itched to take Blue's pistols for himself, to make a run for it. The idea was stupid, though. He could hardly walk in his clothes, let alone run. Maybe if he could get a bike too... but he had no idea where to go, and anyway guessed the collar would stop him quickly.
So he left the guns alone and studied the bikes, and studied the world outside the warehouse. One day he would run, and he would need to know everything he could.
He was grateful at least that there had been an opportunity to clean up first.
Randy had been on his knees, rubbing his swollen, aching cock that was slick with his precum as he examined the cock that his hands had just brought to a climax. The taste and texture of its cum lingered in his mouth. The smell of it wrapped around him like an aura; his cheeks were wet with cum, his chest too.
Outside of some extreme porn, he had never seen such a cock. Long, veined and worryingly thick. A woman having a cock seemed wrong to him; a woman having a cock that would put all men to shame seemed doubly wrong... but it had an almost magnetic beauty.
Randy had never imagined he would ever touch another man's cock, but this cock belonged to no man. He had never imagined he would ever suck another man's cock, but this one, no doubt, would soon be pressing between his lips, and the thought of it stirred a guilty desire.
He glanced up at her, up at her full, beautiful breasts, and between them up into her blue eyes. "The name's Blue," she said, "but you get to call me 'Mommy'."
Randy had no desire to call anyone Mommy, but he followed obediently as she took him on a brief tour of the warehouse that would be his new home. "You can sleep there," Blue said, pointing to a large leather cushion in one corner of the warehouse. "Toilet in there. Showers next to it. Food over there, help yourself. Stay indoors - it's not safe outside, and the collar won't let you leave anyway."
Randy stumbled through to the showers, and beneath the hot, cleansing flow he faced the existential horror of his new reality. He had been abducted into some dystopian future Earth, along with his whole team. His parents, his brother, expected him home hours ago and would be worried sick - except, if that was the past, maybe there was no going back. Maybe the bus had vanished one rainy afternoon and the town had been left devastated by the loss.
He felt desperately alone. No family to comfort him. No friends to talk to, to plan with; no doubt they had been enslaved too for someone's pleasure. The cheerleaders, Kayla too, had been taken to some 'farm' to be breeders for future humans, a fate even more horrifying than his own.
Dinner was a bowl of pasta ladled from a huge pot that simmered over an industrial furnace. The pasta didn't taste quite like pasta, the sauce was unfamiliar and unappetising, but it was the first thing he'd eaten since the abduction, and the first substantial food since the morning before the game. A mouthful of cum certainly did not count as sustenance.
Blue had handed him a towel and toothbrush during the tour of the warehouse earlier. Despite brushing his teeth thoroughly, the taste of Blue's cum had lingered in his mouth for hours. Then, on returning to the warehouse after the ride to Star City, Blue had inspected him in the light, nodding her approval of his new red faux-leather outfit. "Much better," she said, "and I do like this."
She laughed, her fingertips touching his lips lightly. "Such a tease. I can't wait to see those lips wrapped about my cock."
Randy, instinctively, tried to retreat from her, but Blue pulled him close, her hand finding its way beneath his skirt. Her fingers teased his cock through the mesh. "My sweet slut is wet," she murmured.
Randy whimpered, the humiliation acute. He knew how the precum leaking from his cock made the chain mail slippery down there, and Blue was determined to treat him like a slut. "You were a very obedient slut earlier, weren't you?"
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Her fingers were exciting him, and his hips were pressing back against her, almost with a mind of their own. "Let me hear you say it," she insisted. "Say, 'Yes, Mommy.' Say, 'I'm your obedient slut, Mommy.' Say it like you really mean it."
Randy quailed inside. It was already bad that she had him acting like a slut. It wasn't fair to make him say it too. "Or I can punish you for being a naughty Boy instead," she murmured.
He shook his head hurriedly, his long hair following the movement like a caress. "Yes, Mommy," he said quickly. "I'm your obedient slut, Mommy." It almost broke him to say it. It almost brought him to tears once more.
"Say it again, and tell me how you love it when I rub your cock."
"I'm your obedient slut, Mommy," he said, yielding to the inevitable. "I love when you rub my cock, Mommy."
"Good Boy," she said warmly. "Now suck your fingers for me."
He did as ordered, remembering only as the smell hit him that his hand had been wrapped about Blue's cock the whole ride home. His hand smelled of her cock. His fingers tasted of her precum. He wanted to hate it, but this fresh humiliation only added to his arousal. He made a seductive show of sucking on his fingers with his swollen lips, while thrusting his cock against her hand in a futile effort to feel something more than pressure.
"Please, Mommy?"
Blue shook her head firmly. "I like knowing your cock is wet. You are my sweet slut. My Boy. In fact..." She laughed. "That will be your name from now on: Boy. To remind you always of what you are."
"But I'm not!" he cried.
Blue shrugged. "As long as you are mine, you'll answer to 'Boy', and behave appropriately. Now say, 'Yes, Mommy.'"
He glared at her for a good few seconds, annoyed with himself for how achingly desperate he was for her to touch him again, and gave in with a whine of frustration. "Yes, Mommy."
She lifted his chin so that he was looking into her eyes. "And what is your name?"
Randy surrendered with a sigh. "Boy, Mommy."
"Good Boy," she said with a mischievous smile. "Let's go eat dinner; I'm impatient for dessert."
Blue studied him in silence while she wolfed down the pasta with gusto. Randy was too hungry not to finish his own helping, but found pleasure in it. Being observed like this made him anxious, but that didn't prevent his cock from throbbing urgently. The smell of Blue, the knowledge of what she would make him do, was keeping him almost painfully aroused.
Bowls empty and put away, she leaned close. "I think it's time to introduce you to everyone. Are you ready to have some fun?"
The voice in his head that still tried to deny that he was a Boy and a slut was getting easier and easier to ignore. His body was desperately in need of a physical stimulation that was cruelly denied it, and none of the old rules and moralities applied in this future place. Randy nodded. "Yes, Mommy."
Blue fastened a leash to Randy's collar and tugged him gently after her, over and up onto a welding bench. The bench was thick steel with numerous holes that Randy's stiletto heels could easily fall into, forcing him to watch carefully how he stood.
"Ladies!" Blue called out, getting the attention of all her crew in the warehouse. Randy counted eighteen in all, plus Blue, all of them gorgeously curved women, all no doubt possessing thick cocks beneath their red leather skirts. As they gathered around the table, several sneaked peeks beneath his own red leather skirt, smirking at the sight of his own lesser cock. Randy could feel the burn of embarrassment in his cheeks, but that only intensified the throbbing need of his cock.
"Ladies," Blue repeated, "say hey to my slut. His name is Boy."
"Hey, Boy," they all chorused. Cutie smiled at him in a friendly way, and winked.
"Boy is one of the crew now," Blue said, "and I expect you all to be nice to him, just as I expect Boy to be very generous with his sweet, sexy lips." She startled Randy by kissing him suddenly, her lips soft and warm against his, her tongue pressing possessively into his mouth.
Randy was used to girls wanting to kiss him. Blue was no girl - she was old enough to be his mother - but she was a very attractive woman. A woman with a cock, true. A woman who was keeping him as her slave and forcing him to dress and act like a bitch... but still a woman. The kiss was a surprise, then a pleasure, then a shock, all in the space of three heartbeats.
Be very generous with...
The words echoed in his thoughts. Their significance crystallised. It wasn't just Blue's cock he would be sucking. There were eighteen other women here with demanding cocks. Randy flinched backwards - and nearly fell as a heel dropped into a hole.
Blue caught him and steadied him. "But not your ass," she said loudly. "Your ass is all mine. Understand, bitch?"
Randy wasn't a bitch. The chain mail that so effectively denied him his cock, denied everyone his cock, had an opening that made his ass available.
It was absurd. It was obscene! But... there was some small mercy in her claiming it for herself. Randy's ass would be wrecked, literally and very quickly, if it had to service nineteen huge futa cocks; one was quite bad enough.
Blue was waiting for an answer, and there was only one to give. Whether he meant it or not. "Yes, Mommy."
"Clothes off, Boy," she said.
"Yes, Mommy," he said again. It was worrying just how easy it was becoming to say those words. It was even more worrying that he was getting used to being called a Boy.
Candy had said earlier that he was lucky to have Blue as a Mommy. What did that mean for his teammates? What cruel indignities were they enduring? If they could see him now, dressed as a bitch, with nineteen horny futa women lusting over him, would they be appalled? Or envious?
And what of Kayla? Would he ever see her again? What if he did, but she saw only a slutty pretend-slut when she looked at him?
He removed his clothes with caution. The chain mail at his crotch gleamed wetly, proof of his arousal. Blue's arousal was unmistakable. She too had undressed and her huge cock jutted out and up proudly.
"Suck it, slut," Jade said, causing a ripple of laughter.
Blue stepped close to him, the wet tip of her cock pressing against his belly, and brought his head down her right breast, his mouth to her nipple, and with a moan of pure lust he sucked on it, his hands taking the beautiful, globe of flesh and squeezing it, massaging it. He licked and sucked as if it might be possible to draw milk -
"Suck her cock, Boy," someone else called, and it turned into a chant, a whole chorus: "Suck her cock! Suck her cock!"
Blue laughed as she ran her fingers through Randy's long, blonde hair. "Wrap those pretty lips about my cock, Boy."
Randy was used to being cheered on by adoring crowds, but not like this. Where was the pride in dressing like a whore? Where was the pride in acting like a slut? Where was the pride in having his cock turned into a useless accessory while women with huge cocks salivated at the thought of fucking his mouth?
"Suck her cock! Suck her cock!"
How long had it been since the bus? Had it even been a whole day yet? How had it taken so time to transform him from a star athlete into a submissive cumslut?
"You can do it, Boy," Cutie called out.
Never in his whole life had he been so desperate to fuck. So desperate for sex. For any kind of sex. He lowered himself to his knees on the hard steel surface, his face level with Blue's pornworthy cock. It was almost a blessing that his own cock was sealed from view. In this future world, his cock would seem tiny by comparison to the futa cocks sported by the women.
Blue's cock was growing familiar. He had worked it to a climax earlier with his hands. He had held it in his hand on the bike, enjoying the sense of power in its weight and girth, in its pulsing heat. It was a thrill to hold it in his hands again, to feel the thick veins beneath the smooth, sensitive skin. There was no foreskin to tease - he wondered whether she'd been circumcised or whether all futa cocks were like this.
"Suck her cock! Suck her cock!"
Precum oozed from the tip, and impulsively he leaned forward to catch it, sucking briefly on the huge head of her cock, his tongue dipping into the hole. The girth of her cock was such that he wondered whether he could fit any of it into his mouth. The smell of her cock was growing familiar too. Raw. Intoxicating. With one inadequate hand he stroked the shaft; the other searched between her thighs. Where a man would have balls, Blue had none, only soft, wet lips that his fingers explored and delved between.
Her hand twisted in his hair, gripping it tightly, bringing him closer, bringing his lips to her urgent cock. Randy opened willingly, allowing her to push into his mouth. To push the whole, soft, bulbous head of her cock into his mouth. There was no way it could penetrate deeper. He looked up obediently into her blue eyes as he worked her shaft with both hands.
"Suck her cock! Suck her cock!"
He tried. He tried to swallow the precum that almost choked him. He could feel it dripping from his chin as he stroked her amazing cock with his hands.
Laughing, she took pity on him and pushed him away from her. "You need a lot of practice if you want to make me come that way." Randy winced at the implied criticism, but Blue did not seem upset. "Don't worry, Boy. You're going to get plenty of practice."
"Me first!" Cutie shouted, hand raised excitedly.
"Just remember, Boy," Blue said, her voice stern. "Who does your ass belong to?"
"You, Mommy," he said quickly.
"Good Boy," she said, and patted his cheek affectionately. "If you can make her come, I'll let you play with my tits tonight."
Randy smiled with genuine delight. "Yes, Mommy."
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