“I-I-I…” tears trickled down his handsome cheeks, and he was having trouble speaking, “I-m S-sorry Miss Maybell…” he managed at last.
Maybell nodded to Hazel then turned to her bag. Alexander could hear the shuffling sounds of fabric against fabric, followed by greasy, wet noises. Hazel’s plump lips spat directly on the poor boy’s face as she held his head up by his hair while her other hand plugged his nose, forcing him to sound nasally and more ridiculous than usual, all for her own amusement. “Say it again ya’ bitch, real sweet-like to Miss Maybell.” By now the doctor was lining herself up, legs spread wide and her dress pulled up as she pressed the slick, rubbery tip of a strapon against the crack of his bottom. She rubbed it up and down the smooth crevice, then pressed the tip against his sore balls, mashing them. Her assault only continued as she smacked the thick, meaty dildo against his small cocklet and nuts, punishing and humiliating them with her superior-sized dick.
“AH-AH-H… I’m ss-s-s-sorry Missss Maybell!” Alexander called, with feeling this time. His voice was distorted by his Mistresses’ efforts, sounding high and strange with his nasal passageway blocked. The poor boy’s face was a mess, caked in drool, snot, tears, and now his owner’s spit, adding a ‘ravished’ flavor to his cherubic charm.
“Please!” he stammered. Please! Please! Please! Please what? He didn’t know. He just wanted the hurt and abuse to end, and didn’t know where to turn or what to do. His ass was up and open as requested, and his poor balls squished and mushed lewdly around Maybell’s cock, wherever she pushed, making his purple testes bloat and squirm around in their sack. If there was any doubt about his inferiority or failure as a man, Maybell was doing a good job eroding it.
“P-Please Miss Maybell! I’d love for you to f-f-fuck my butt!”
“Again!” Hazel demanded before pressing his face down into her breasts, smothering him with her womanly mounds. She gyrated her chest, her tits rocking side to side, rubbing them against his face such that his words and whines were muffled and he struggled for each inhale. Alexander replied as prompted, but the words were all but lost against Hazel’s chest, which were damp with his various fluids and hot with the rush of breath, rasping pathetically against her in soft sobs. “Pls Msmbl, Fckmmmbt!”
Maybell remained calculated. She leaned over him, somewhat awkwardly, grabbing an arm and pulling it back and under him, then directed his hand to where the sizable dildo, dripping with lube, was pressed against his imprisoned dicklet. “Rest assured I shall. But first, touch,” she instructed him, letting him feel the size difference, the thick veins running along the shaft of the fleshy dildo like ridges, and the small, smooth metallic sheath covering his shameful nub, her hand over his, guiding it.
“What do you feel?” Maybell asked.
He tottered atop Hazel’s lap as Maybell seized his wrist and brought it back between his legs, depriving him of its stability. But for good reason, since she forced his hand to come to grips with the sheer size and girth of her faux cock, presenting it as an alternative to his own. And even though it had been months since he’d been allowed to touch his own dick, Alexander knew his own member was a pale shadow of that which the Doctor presented to him. It was thick where he was thin, long where he was small – vascular, ready for conquest. The very realization almost made him shrivel in his cage, as Hazel reluctantly freed him from her breasts
“Your cock…” he managed. “It-It’s bigger than mine, Ma’am…”
She was instructive and confident as she led his hand around the dildo which gave a humiliating contrast. “Indeed it is. It’s much bigger, in fact. It’s a fine specimen, isn’t it? Appreciate its generous girth, its length, the wonderful texture along the shaft. Far more filling and desirable than yours could ever hope to be,” Maybell told him. Hazel smiled at him and kissed his forehead as the doctor continued. “It’s the kind a man would be proud to have and a woman eager to please…”
“Thas right! Thas what a real dick feels like, pumpkin. Why, you should be mighty grateful to feel it,” Hazel told him. Maybell brought his hand to his caged cocklet again, nearly overshadowed by the much more prominent dildo.
“Very much unlike yours, of course. Terribly small and undeveloped, and unlikely to develop much more, I’m afraid. ‘Tis only good for passing water,” Maybell said, her words saturated with disappointment. His member was indeed terribly small and underdeveloped, or at least that’s how it felt scrunched up in its cage, quelled by hard steel. He tried to remember how it felt to be stiff and how big he was and whether he compared favorably with others. But truly, he couldn’t recall, and he’d never given it much thought until now. And now he was confronted with the terrible reality, or what Maybell wished to present as reality – her cock felt enormous, well-shaped, virile and above all else normal! Not like his…
“Like I been sayin’, ain’t no woman gonna want that tiny thang. And if it ain’t gonna do no woman no good then what businness it’s got gettin’ hard? So ya can play with it and spurt out a lil bit now n’ then? Tsk tsk tsk, no no no darlin’. That’s mighty selfish! That ain’t no life and no way to make a woman happy, I tell ya. And I know you’re wantin’ to be a real man and find an honest woman, but that just ain’t for ya hun.” Hazel’s exaggerated tone was emotive with mockery and reassurance, as wildly different from Miss Maybell’s pedagogical tone as his small penis was from Maybell’s large dildo.
“Understandably,” Maybell interjected, “it’s normal and healthy for your useless member to be jealous. Embrace it.” She began moving his hand up and down along the shaft of his cock cage, encouraging him to stroke it without sensation. “Let it feel more than cold iron. Let it feel envy, anger, despair…this is its natural state. And when I fill you up with it so you may finally appreciate how wonderful a real cock can make a person feel, your pricklet will still long to be inside an ass as tight as yours.” She gave his backside a hard slap and backed up a tad, leaving him to fondle his denied dick while she aimed the bulbous head at his tempting ass.
“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 and Maybell had good reason to believe the boy’s thimble was filling up nicely with rapidly deteriorating sperm.
“Tell ya what hun,” Hazel said to him as she pet his chin. “You just think about havin’ a big dick and fuckin’ my ass with it while Miss Maybell does her thang, mmkay? Can ya do that for me?” He nodded contently. Then suddenly…
“Aaaa-Ah!” he stammered as Maybell entered him, pushing past whatever token resistance his pink sphincter thought to offer. She seemed to know just how to handle him, wielding her faux cock with skill and technique until he had no choice but to split around it, swallowing her up inch by inch with scarcely a cry. Either Hazel was doing a very good job training her boy’s butt, or Alexander was born for this. His face was red and flushed still, but he was being brave, lulled by Hazel’s soft words and motherly care to accept the tableaux they forced upon him.