But he scarcely heard what Maybell said, and understood even less. Something about she didn’t like his sperm, which of course only served to color his face with crimson shame. Hazel hadn’t let him truly ejaculate since he’d come into her “possession”, but she did sometimes allow his emission during anal play, his pent up seed seeping out in dribbles rather than expelled with force and vigor like it had once been allowed to. It seemed even that rather innocent level of expulsion was something to be guarded against…
In any case, Alexander turned his head into Hazel’s chest, allowing himself to be coaxed into her. He kneaded the fulsome swell of her teat until it presented the sheer succulence of her capped nipple for him to latch onto, drawing it tight against his mouth so that he could suckle and pull at it, giving his mind something else to focus on rather than the ache in his loins and the strange sensations in his seat. Thus pacified, he remained docile, his ass up and ready as Maybell began to explore him. Soon Hazel would get to experience his soft little coos and moans reverberating against her chest – the tender whines of a submissive boy. Meanwhile, she sat back and ate up the attention, letting herself be worshiped by the hands and mouth of her devotee.
Maybell introduced her finger, the entrance giving way to her skilled hand, and started to lightly stroke back and forth, massaging the velvety inner walls of his tight orifice. Her opposite hand pressed her thumb against the smooth space between the ring wrapped around his scrotum and his fingered hole, and massaged that tender area in neat circles, stimulating the bundle of nerves connecting his genitals to his anus. Maybell was fascinated by the effect and feel and wore a studious and stern gaze as she tested his tension and worked the erogenous strip between balls and butt. Hazel nuursed him, her fingers combing his silky hair as she nourished his sexual hunger with her juicy breasts.
“He’s tight ain’t he?” Miss Dickinson asked Miss Maybell.
“Indeed. How does it feel, boy?” Miss Dickinson asked, finally speaking to him, plunging her finger in as deeply as possible and titillating his prostate with a sweeping motion, her finger rocking side to side and undoubtedly forcing more drops of semen out of him and directly into the thimble of ethanol awaiting to sterilize his useless cum.
“Mmmph…” Alexander sighed against his Mistresses’ bosom, feeling malleable between the two women colluding to reprogram his sexuality. He suckled like a hungry babe at Hazel’s teat, grateful for the soft embrace of her arms and the sheer femininity of her presence and scent, distracting him in some ways from the ever-encroaching tightness in his loins, and exacerbating it in others. All the while his plump ass wagged back and forth, a tantalizing target for a doctor with a mind for suppository medicine.
Soon Maybell had hips corralled and managed to slip into his tightest place, proving everything Hazel had said exactly correct. He whimpered as she took him, but accommodated her fingers quickly enough, holding snug… until she further graze the walnut-shaped gland lurking deep within him.
“MMMA’M!!” he cried out, tightening his hold on Hazel, his eyes leaping up towards her porcelain face in crisis. His entire, supple body seemed to tremble and shiver.
Hazel brushed her finger over his mouth and hushed him. “Shhhh.” She stroked his soft lips before inserting it into his mouth, offering her index digit to him as a pacifier. “Ah! AH!” the boy cried, breaking free of Hazel’s pert nipple and accepting his Mistresses’ finger instead. Although as a pacifier it left something to be desired, it did give him one more tactile way to latch onto his owner, fingers scrabbling at the laces of her corset, and the generous swell of her breasts as though hoping to find refuge there. But alas, Hazel could only offer him so much reprieve given the absolutely unmitigated invasion he then endured.
Her opposite hand reached beneath him and fondled his chest until she found a nipple, which she pinched and twisted as she worked her finger around in his mouth. She made him gently fellate her this way with a satisfied smile. Maybell, however, was much less gentle as she finger fucked him, her probing finger thrusting back and forth inside him like a piston.
He was moans and squeals.
“Fussy boy…” Miss Maybell slapped and squeezed his grapes, worsening the ache in his desperate balls while exploring his tight hole, drawing more precum out of him and giving him a strong urge to urinate as semen trickled out of his cockhead’s slit. “Feel that manhood you never had slipping away? One drop at a time, all that unfit sperm… You’ll feel much better once we empty you, I assure you,” Miss Maybell added.
That ‘fussy boy’ was then gyrating like mad, his ass wagging almost uncontrollably, to the point that Maybell had a hard time even keeping her fingers seated in him. Alexander’ knees trembled and bucked, beginning to give out. And with a great sigh he collapsed entirely with legs splaying out in either direction and hindquarters drooping low and off the sofa. His thimble was full – more than full in fact, and the excess backed up into his cage, leaking out of the gaps to make a gooey mess that sloshed around his groin and smeared a mess across the fabric of the sofa below.