Master quickly removed his fingers from my ass, and I heard Him lick them, “Yeah, that's some good bussy juice Jay.” My hole barely had time to twitch before I felt three fingers keep it open, moving around to tease it further. Lube-- I mean, bussy juice was coating His fingers profusely, making me shiver as they more easily moved around, touching every sensitive area He could find. Wet moans were escaping from my mouth, partially silenced by the throat juice I was producing. Every few moans, He would push and pull my wrists a bit, making me get fingerfucked, getting more bussy juice onto His fingers.
After a few minutes of this, Daddy removed His fingers from my hole, making sure to spread some of my juice across my massive ass. Fuck, I felt so empty now... “Hnngh... Daddy... I... Hhhmmm... Why did... Ahhhh...” It was hard to make a complete sentence with His hands roaming my body, touching my nipples, leaving a viscous trail all over me. “Please I... Oo... It's so hard to...” One, then two, then three of His fingers were in my mouth. He wanted me to lick them, I knew that much. My tongue moved around His fingers, tasting myself. The flavor was nothing short of disgusting. It was like eating dirt right off the ground, with some extreme bitterness mixed in.
Daddy pushed me onto His fingers with the hand He was holding my wrists with, laughing at the same time. “Keep on licking.” My throat, ass and cocklet were throbbing, it was always so exciting to be forced to do things by Daddy. “Alphas like me love the taste of a beta's bussy juice, but it's horrible to you, isn't it?” I moaned in acknowledgement. It tasted horrible and I loved it. I loved when He fed me my own juices. My ass was in overdrive now, leaking streams of juice down my legs, dripping onto Master's cock. I needed it in me so bad. He moved His fingers around my mouth, touching my throat spot a few times while He was there.
A light slapping sound stunned me. Daddy had flexed His dick to slap my huge balls. I was pissing pre-cum all over it, preparing it to enter me. There was a massive puddle under me, and another one under the tip of His monster. The room was reeking of the fluid. I knew I'd let His pre-cum dry so my apartment would keep His smell. Daddy hit my throat spot a few times as I licked my juice off of His fingers, making sure His tool was covered with my pre-cum. He removed His hand from my mouth, and pulled me closer to Him by placing it on my stomach, my heavy balls dragging on His veiny shaft. I could feel each of the veins brush against my smooth testes, small moans escaping from me. Shivers ran up my spine once I felt His heavy pubic hair brush against my ass cheeks. Only seconds later, I could feel them getting wet, my hole continuously leaking right on them.
Master leaned in a bit, and started using His now-free hand to lather His glorious shaft with my pre-cum while whispering in my ear, “Look at it. Isn't it wonderful? My fucking huge tool, covered in your fuckin' natural lube.” His thick beard was brushing against my shoulder, I could smell His musk. “Yes Sir, I love it Sir. Plea... Ahhh... Please.” He chuckled, audibly pleased by my answer, “Alright, your hole better do a good job then. Hands on the table.”
The hands I still had behind my back were freed, and I immediately placed them on the table as ordered. Daddy backed up a few steps, His colossal cock brushing against my legs as He pulled it up from under me. I felt warm, slick, wet flesh land on my back, across the entire length of my spine. It was throbbing, pulsing against my skin. Daddy grabbed both of my hips, pulling my waist further away from the table. I followed His movements with my feet, backing up until He stopped, at which point I could feel His massive balls against my ass. “Alright, now that's gonna be a better angle,” I heard Him say. Something started dribbling on my head, covering my hair before it trickled onto my face. Drops of it reached my lips, and I instinctively stuck my tongue out to taste it. It was Daddy's precum, so delicious, salty and sticky. I groaned, pre-cum spurting out of my nub and onto my balls, dripping on the floor.
Sir's pillar of flesh rubbed against my back, a trail of pre-cum coating my spine, until the tip of His cock rested against my cheeks. My hole was still gaping from Sir fingerfucking me, with some of His pre-cum tracing sides of the opening. “Open it up a bit more,” He snarled at me, “I need something to fuckin' work with.” I focused on my sphincter, willing it to stretch as wide as it could. Putting all my willpower into it was more difficult than expected, I wanted to please Master so much. I made it contract, then loosen up, repeatedly, to widen the opening.
Even opened up as big as I could, the gap was barely half as wide as Master's cock. He groaned, “You're gonna need more practice, but that'll do.” He moved the tip of His dick against my asshole, and pushed a bit. His foreskin opened up against my cheeks as His cockhead started making its way inside. I grunted from the pleasure, my sphincter stretching effortlessly to accommodate the girth of Master's tip. I felt my nub throb, I was already so close to an orgasm, and He wasn't even all the way in!
“You don't cum until I let you,” Sir ordered. My nub stopped throbbing, my balls started churning. He started applying more pressure, pushing more of His monster in. The sensitive inner lining of my ass was being stimulated beyond complete pleasure. I felt bussy juice gushing inside me as I was being penetrated by the best cock in the world. Master was groaning loudly as He forced Himself further in, His hole-stretcher doing the thing it did best: stretching my hole.
The pillar of flesh in me started lightly tugging my ass left and right as Master stepped forward to insert more of it. Each of His step made the floor shake under His weight, my balls lightly bouncing all the while. “That's... Ooh yeah... Fuckin' tight... Lovin'... Lovin' my... Hmmmmmmmmm...” Master grunted as He moved towards me. I knew He wanted to ask me if I loved having His tool in me. I wanted to let Him know I did. I opened my mouth to reply, “I... Ahhhhhhhhh... Ess... Ah....” I could barely vocalize anything, drowned in the pleasure. As He kept shoving more and more of His cock in, I felt my insides move around, my body adapting to fit it all.
One more step closer to me, and then He hit it. Only 8 inches in, His cock started really rubbing against my prostate. I shook, my hands holding onto the table as best as I could “Fuck.... Fuck yeah!” He yelled in dominant pleasure, His cock pulsing against my p-spot and the flesh it was rubbing, “Fuh... Fuckin' faggot loves thisssss.... Huh... Yeaaaahhhh...”
I was having the hardest time breathing, panting non-stop from how stimulated I was. Near fully lost in the haze, I barely felt Daddy's steps through the room. More of His cock was inside me now, probably an entire foot if I tried to focus on what I felt. That wasn't the end, He wouldn't stop there. Daddy grabbed my waist with both of His thick, vascular hands. He sounded like He was more in control of Himself now, breathing a bit less heavily than before. My waist was pulled back sharply, with the next foot of His gigantic tool swiftly spreading my insides on the way in. A gush of pre-cum shot from my nub, and my hands lost their grip against the table. Sudden as it was, I opened my mouth, still unable to let any sound out. “More... Fuck... More than half... way there...” Daddy moaned. I was feeling His sweat over my back, covering me in His scent as it mixed with the trail of pre-cum His cock had traced earlier. “Betas like... Urgh... Betas like you need a big cock... A fuckin' monster... Hmmm... Like mine up their... Fuck... Up their fuckin' ass... Uh?” I made my overly-stretched hole tighten against His tool as I nodded in agreement. Lube drooled out of my mouth, still open.
The grip I exerted on His cock made Him grunt loudly, “Oh yeah! Now you're fuckin' askin' for it!” He slowly stepped even closer to me, His dick continuing its entry inch by inch as He held my waist, until I felt my huge balls lay against His gigantic cum-factories. A few more steps, and His muscular quads were surrounding my thin thighs, His massive feet next to my frail ones. Nearly all of Him was inside me. He wanted me to beg for the rest.
His flesh throbbing in my own, leaking His pre-cum far inside me. I was feeling Him up to my chest, my body adapting to fit the size of Master's heavenly monster cock, ensuring He was fully pleased from the penetration He awarded me. Knowing I was the one He would be granting this load to was the highest honor He could allow me to receive. He knew I obsessed over Him, His masculinity, His tool, His cum. In that moment of utmost pleasure, it took everything I could muster, every last bit of concentration I had in me to focus on letting Him know I wanted it; that I needed it. A small burst of strength came to me, and I was finally able to vocalize it, my complete devotion to Him in this moment.
“Ah.”
It was soft. It was short. It was sudden.
Master didn't need to hear more from me. The instant it reached His ears, I was blessed. His thick, wiry pubes were smashed against my massive ass-cheeks, adding onto the divine sensations I was feeling. “You're such a good cocksleeve. Fuckin' obsessed with me and my cock... Always ready to please.” His hands tightened against my waist, and He slid about a foot of dick out of me.
He slammed it back in. Then pulled it out again. He picked up speed with every movement, and before long, I was nearly fainting from the pleasure. His balls were loudly colliding into mine with every thrust, wet smacking echoing through my room. Sir grunted whenever He bottomed out, the pulsing of His tool massaging my sensitive insides. I could barely make out any shapes in my field of view. In my mind, I could only see one thing: Master Larry. His masculine body, hairy, muscular beyond belief. His cock, the eight wonder of the world, the biggest across all of humanity, erect as straight as it could above His aptly-named cum factories.
How long He fucked me for, I had no clue. Time stopped mattering to me when I was fulfilling my duty.
A sensation coming from my nub brought me back to myself. Master Larry had flicked it, a sharp pain shooting from it. My vision cleared up, which was when I realized I was no longer facing my table with His book on it, I was facing Him. He spat on my face, globs of His spit hitting my tongue, as it hung out of my mouth. “Alright lil' dick, you better enjoy those gallons,” He growled.
He pulled me down unto Himself one last time, and started groaning loudly, a look of superior pleasure gracing His sculpted face. He had a delighted sneer as He started throbbing in me with vigor. His hands reached up to the fat nipples adorning His massive pecs, and He twisted them both.
That's when the deluge started. A geyser of His essence was shooting inside the receptacle meant to worship Him. Pressure was building inside me, as my body did its best to contain His holy seed. I could feel my stomach stretching, my flesh distending to fit all of it. Every ounce of His cum was making me happier, feeling fulfilled in satisfying my Master and His Glory. Just like He had ordered, I was enjoying the gallons of cum He was bestowing onto me.
It took Him several minutes to empty Himself into His cumdump. That's what I was to Him, and it was all I needed to be. It was what I wanted to be, that was my role one of His betas.
By the end of His orgasm, my belly was swollen, covering my nub entirely. Sir had brought both of His hands behind His head as I was held in place by His shaft. He was now sitting in a reclining leather chair He kept in my apartment, for the times I'd have the duty of riding Him. My balls were resting against His furry abs, wet from my unending supply of precum. The view was my favourite. I always loved seeing Master's face, the sight of it reminding me how inferior I was to Him.
I kept looking at Him, His dick slowly softening inside me. The strength it had to keep me from falling backwards was weakening, but its sheer mass was enough to keep me from ending on the ground. With a flex of His overdeveloped crotch muscles, Master pulled me closer to Him. The motion had my balls smushed against my distending belly. I let out a small moan, causing Him to laugh heartily, “Fuckin' cumdump. Grab my biceps.”
I placed my hands on them, feeling thick veins with my fingers. “Don't need another faggot in the hospital. Got 'nuff concussions under my name,” He chuckled. My balls were warm against my own stomach, pulsing from being so close to Him. His cock kept softening further, my hole tightly holding onto it. While His member was taking less space inside me, He flexed His arms, fully aware of His effect on me.
After a few minutes of allowing me to admire Him, He swiftly grabbed my waist. He started slowly pulling me off of Him, “Keep it tight. You're a cumdump, good cumdumps keep it in.” I flexed my hole as best as I could, hugging His flesh with it. As more of His meat left me, every ridge of its skin was caressing mine, triggering small spasms with every vein I could feel.
He stood up as He was taking His marvel away from me, making sure I was obeying while what had left me rubbed under my balls. Once He neared the head, I felt the ground under the tip of my toes. The remaining part of Him left too fast, and some globs of His seed escaped from me, audibly landing on the floor. It took me an instant to realize what had happened. By then, Master's face already had a look of anger.
“Fuckin' bitch can't do one simple task? Keep. My. Cum. In,” He yelled. “If it won't stay in your ass, it better go in another way.” I barely had time to register what happened when I felt His hand on the top of my head. He pushed me face-first to the ground, nose rubbing into His cum. “You know what to do.”
“Hmm hmm,” I replied weakly, getting ready to savor the small spill.
“You did your job for today, cum,” He barked.
All the pent up pleasure was relieved from my balls. In a flash, I couldn't hear anything, nor see anything. I could feel one thing, my oversized testes emptying themselves over the memories of Sir Larry fucking me just minutes ago. My nub kept pouring out weak beta cum, spilling it onto the floor.
By the time I came to, I quickly lapped at the floor, hoping Master Larry's delicious cum hadn't been diluted by my own. I was able to get a few licks in, before being sadly aware most of it had, with only a faint trace of His flavor remaining on my tongue. In order to avoid drawing His anger during a surprise inspection of my apartment, I kept going, eating up whatever sticky cum was left on the floor near His armchair. Having completed this, I stood up, and looked around.
Master Larry had already left and closed the door behind Him. Even packed with His cum, my hole felt emptier than ever.
On the bright side, my place reeked of Him.