We stand, proudly displaying Our big strap-on c*cks, waving them in front of Our sub’s face. The sl*ve is restrained, tied down to Our f*cking bench and We intend to have Our way with the greedy sl*t. The wretch cannot believe his eyes at Our generosity, both of intent and strap-on c*ck size. We promise to fill him, deeply: Our boy accepts that We have absolute control and prepares himself to demonstrate willing submission.

We know Our boy, sl*t B, all too well though: the resigned sl*t before Us dreams about taking c*ck like this, from Us, whenever We choose to take his h*les and plunder them. “Life is c*ck!” says Our boy and We smile knowing that Our sl*ve training and the sl*ve’s naturally slutty inclination have blended (Bell-ended!?) to produce this sl*ve’s pair of eager h*les for Us to amuse Ourselves with.

The sl*ve’s tongue sticks out, ready to catch Our strap-on c*cks and We tease his hungry mouth, just out of useable reach for the b*tch. We impress upon the sl*ve quite how much of a sl*t he is, and the humiliated boy agrees without demur, desperate to be used. We begin the stuffing and the sl*ve’s mouth is put to work on the strap-on c*ck that he so desires. A l*ttle encouragement from his superiors encourages the sl*t to demonstrate his feelings through moaning and c*ck-slurping.

The dirty-l*ttle b*tch is soon busy proving that he loves it, needs it...c*ck-sucking! I present My bl*ck strap-on c*ck, and the girth fills the sl*ve’s wet mouth, bl*wing his red cheeks out and rapidly turning the hungry face-h*le into a receptacle for My vigorous thrusting and pistoning power. We take turns, the sl*ve drools over the c*cks and his mouth is used continually.

I move to give the sl*ve a good rumping, an *ss-opening, *nal-bashing warm up. As soon as the sl*ve notices me, he moves his legs apart, his *ss cheeks part easily and the willing boy opens for Me like the wh*re that he is. I prepare him and enter quickly, inserting My strap-on as the sl*ve begs for it. I take his f*ck-h*le, and he accepts every inch as I thrust, setting a fast-paced spit-roasting rhythm.

I mount Our b*tch and each of My thrusts sends ripples up his body. The sl*ve’s body begins to disappear beneath Us both as We f*ck him hard. As he gags and sucks on c*ck, I slap the sl*ve’s *ss and then f*ck his *ss harder, using the restraining strap for extra purchase with which to lever ever deeper into the sl*ve’s guts. We direct the sl*ve to go further, and I slide straight through his gaping h*le, pummelling him into submission.

We have made sure that this sl*ve only ever gets c*ck: We have trained him to be greedy for c*ck, to gape for c*ck. Now We decide his future, discussing his clear need for bigger and girthier strap-on c*cks, his graduation to f*sting...Our boy remains needy and keen “Oh, yes!!” he gasps as We leave him sucking c*ck in preparation for more!

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