He says he really doesn’t like it. And that he only goes to Puma’s because I make him go.

“I’m not gay,” he says. “I’ve never been gay, and I’m not attracted to men.”

Prissy states this emphatically every time we talk about it.

But what he doesn’t know is that Puma recorded Prissy’s latest submission. And the video certainly suggested otherwise.

I just laugh. I’ve dated so many men. I know the different categories to place them in. And Prissy is in the “unconsciously submissive due to tiny penis” box. Many, many men are in this category. He just doesn’t see it that way yet, but eventually, he will.

I send him over to Puma’s house while I stay home to get my pleasure. This is how “we” have sex now: Prissy gets his ass pummeled by a huge black cock while his shrimpy penis flops and drips; me riding Adonis’s thick, lengthy cock to orgasm as it explores the depths of my vagina where Prissy could never reach. Adonis often deposits a voluminous load of cum that Prissy’s tongue searches for as soon as he returns from Puma’s.

Puma is an ex-boyfriend. He fits into the “I just want to fuck a feminine-looking white ass” category. Honestly, I should break up with Prissy. I guess I’m just not finished breaking him in first. LOL!

Prissy used to watch me get laid and then clean me up after. He acknowledged his little wiener was inadequate for my orgasmic pleasure. But he couldn’t behave himself in front of the company leading to arguments each time after. So, I had to move him to his next step, which was submitting to a man instead of a woman. And it’s been easier and more convenient to have him get his pleasure at the same time I get mine.

But a man taking another man’s ass is something I love to watch. I want to see Prissy get laid. I want to masturbate watching a big cock sliding in and out of his ass, just like Prissy got to rub his little penis while watching me get thoroughly and properly fucked.

Side note: his penis is so small that a thumb on top and an index finger underneath is all that fits on his shaft when he rubs one out.

So I asked Puma to (privately) record Prissy’s latest submission.

In some weird way, we are still a couple. Our “couples sex” culminates with cuddling and telling each other about how we got laid. But first things first. Prissy must first service my pussy. So, I get another orgasm as soon as he gets home, squatting over his face while his tongue dances in my hole. He didn’t initially like eating cum, but he adjusted and got used to it. I’ve noticed that now he just flat out digs for it. He won’t admit it, but his tongue drives up inside me deep; he is digging. And he eats every drop he finds. If cum dribbles out of my freshly fucked vagina when he is taking a breather, he goes right after it. Cleans me up completely. It’s awesome. I love it.

“I’m curious. Tell me about your ass fuck,” he cringes at my bluntness and grumbles about how awful it is.

“You know why you have to do this, right?” I remind him.

“Yes,” he nods submissively.

Prissy is not allowed to cum in front of Puma. And he is not supposed to cum before he gets home. He broke that rule last week, jerking off in the bathroom of a strip club before coming home. So, I had him go online and buy a male chastity device. We are just waiting for it to arrive in the mail. He knows when he has been bad and is usually compliant.

When Prissy says he doesn’t like butt sex, the recent video certainly suggests otherwise. What’s funny, though, is that he doesn’t know how much I know. He doesn’t know I talk and text with Puma daily. He doesn’t know about the video and that I watched it on his way home. So after he ingests all of Adonis’s sperm-two loads this time-I lift off his face and cradles his balls in my left hand.

“Tell me about the positions Puma fucks you in?”

His face gets flush every time we review his gay experiences.

“Missionary mostly,” he murmurs.

“Oh, that’s hot! You mean you have to look up at his face while he thrusts and grunts and shoots his load in your ass?” I emphasize as I tease.

Prissy likes the butt sex but doesn’t like to talk about it. He will eventually see how much he truly likes it and admits it to himself. For now, though, he is too embarrassed to talk much about it.

“Where are your hands when Puma is fucking you?

I know the answer; I’ve seen the video.

“They’re at my sides.”

I squeeze his testicles. I know he is lying. It’s a subliminal message to him to attempt to answer the question more honestly.

“That’s it? Only at your sides? Nowhere else?” I gently squeeze his balls while asking.

“Well…sometimes…I hold onto my ankles or lock my elbows around my knees…” he states, turning scarlet red.

“You slut!” I laugh.

At least he was honest this time.

“BUT THAT’S JUST TO HELP PUMA GET DEEPER TO CUM. It’s not like I want to do it.!”

“So, there’s no pleasure for you when you hold your ankles in the sky? I know exactly what that position feels like, and it feels awesome! That’s pretty darn hot.” I keep teasing.

“I’m not gay.”

He always goes back to that. I notice, though, he doesn’t address the pleasure question.

“Puma told me that you moan when he fucks you. Isn’t that a sign that you enjoy it?”

“I’m not moaning. I’m groaning.”

“Where else do you put your hands while you are groaning?”

“That’s about it,” he mumbles.

“Don’t you ever cusp his butt cheeks in your hands, like a real slut likes to do?”

“Geez, no.”

Now I know he is lying, so I squeeze his balls and ask the same question again.

“Did Puma tell you that?! His eyes opened real wide.

“No, but from your reaction, I can tell that you do.” I squeezed his nuts a little harder. Message sent.

“Okay, okay! I hold on sometimes! BUT IT’S JUST TO HELP PUMA CUM. It’s not like I want to feel his butt in my hands.” Prissy raises his voice loudly every time he talks about Puma cumming.

“Why is helping Puma cum so important to you?” I ask quizzically.

“To get it over with, duh!”

“Ah, I see. No pleasure in it for you then,” I retort sarcastically before adding, “Does your tiny little penis constantly drip like it’s doing now as you tell me about it?

“Yes. But that’s only because my prostate is getting massaged. I can’t control that!”

At least he was honest this time. And hinting that he IS receiving some pleasure.

“Tell me about another position you get ass fucked in?”

Prissy is noticing how turned on I’m getting as I frig my shaved pussy with my right hand. I’m close to my third orgasm of the night. The first while riding Adonis’s 7-inch cock. The second while Prissy gobbled up two full loads of sperm from deep in my pussy. And the third from having my sissy boyfriend tell me about how my black ex-boyfriend deposits his load into Prissy’s bowels.

“I’m on my hands and knees,” he tells me.

“It’s called doggie-style, you little slut. So, your little penis drips all over Pumas’ bedsheets?”

“Puma makes me wear a condom.”

Now I know he is lying because condoms don’t stay on his penis. It’s too small. I’ll double back to that later, as right now, I have his brain right where I want it.

“Then you must have a little hard on! How could you possibly fit into a condom unless you’re sprouting a little woody?”

Side note: His penis is 1 ¾ inch soft. We’ve measured it. He swears it’s 2 inches, but I always insist we measure it with him lying on his back to get the proper reading. At full hardness, it’s 3 inches and change. That’s a small penis.

We’ve never actually ended up fucking because he couldn’t find a rubber small enough. So, I went to the local drugstore and bought finger cots. The sleeve that goes over your finger when you apply for medicine. But when I slipped the finger cot completely over his tiny penis-admittedly, it was tight-he so embarrassed he couldn’t get hard enough to penetrate me…from any angle.

He was trapped. Prissy had to admit that having a big black cock up his sissy ass gave him a little hard-on.

“I…have…gotten…hard, BUT not very often!”

“I dunno Prissy, the more you tell me about it, I think you might be a little gay. I know. I know what you say. But I think you might be.”

I was close to an orgasm. He knows my pleasure comes first if he wants to squirt a worm.

“It’s time to describe your ass fuck to me. I’m close…” I demand almost pleadingly.

Prissy knows what to do. It’s part of our “sex” together. He has to describe in detail his ass fuck until I orgasm. His description matches the video. Good boy, I tell him after.

“I was pinned upside down, with my knees resting on the headboard. My shoulders were holding my body in a sort of inverted bicycle position; Puma’s big black cock was in my ass. My penis was dripping on my face. Puma told me to open my mouth to eat my own pre-cum; tonight, he spat and made me swallow. Puma’s thrusts are always slower and deeper when he is close to an orgasm. He ended each stroke balls deep and held it there. Puma required that I look up to watch his facial climax. He made an umpff sound, and I felt a warm squirt in my rectum. It’s his cum. He came inside my…”

“Uhhh, ohhh, uhhh, ohhh.”

I orgasmed with Prissy’s ass fuck description matching the video playing in my minds’ eye.

Tonight, Prissy was going to get something different. I went right back to squeezing his testicles. I’d recently read somewhere about the success of squeezing the cum out of a mans’ balls. Then I watched some videos to confirm it was true. It is. Tonight, Prissy will either enjoy a testicle cum or go to bed with very sore blue balls.

I’m going to squeeze his nuts until his sperm dribbles out.

I returned to our previous conversation where I was coaxing Prissy to come clean about his enjoyment. Now, where were we?

“We were talking about your hard little penis in the doggie position, and I was about to ask if you use your mouth to get Puma hard for your ass? Are you a fluffer? Do you suck cock, too? Or are you just a butt slut?”

“NO, I’m not gay. I’ll never suck cock. Geez!”

We’ll see about that, I think to myself.

I just wanted to plant the idea in his head that hands and knees are a great position to suck cock.

“Puma told me that he thinks you like having a cock in your ass, especially his.”

“Why would he tell you that?! You know why I have to go over there. Why would he tell you that?!”

I love how pathetically emphatic Prissy gets…when he is trapped.

“Prissy, what are you not telling me?” I press, knowing there is more to come. “Tell me more details about Puma fucking your ass doggie-style.”

“There is nothing more to tell.”

“I bet there is. Open up! Do you meet his thrusts? Are you an active and willing participant? Are you rocking back and forth, like a little slut? It’s not like the missionary position, where you lie there and take it.” I point out.

“I just take his cock,” he tries to retract. He is not very convincing.

He is lying again. I’ve seen the video. I’ve seen his sissy ass push back against Puma’s big black cock. I squeeze his balls tighter. But now, instead of only squeezing when he fibs, I squeeze in a rhythmic pattern. A squeeze and a release, squeeze, release. I’m pumping his balls like the exercise where you strengthen your forearms. I can tell this is affecting. My technique was working.

“Come on. Tell the truth. Sometimes you ride Puma’s cock in your ass, don’t you? You do, don’t you?”

“I guess so, but I’m just trying to help him cum…”

“You rock your little sissy ass on Puma’s big black cock for your pleasure, too, don’t you?”

“Yes…Yes…I mean, no.”

Prissy was getting confused. Disoriented. He’d not ever cum from just having his balls squeezed, and we both sensed his pending orgasm.

(His first testicle orgasm, oh goody!)

He was grimacing and groaning.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes…I mean no. I mean…I.”

“You need to cum, don’t you? Tell me you need to cum.”

“Yes, YES, please touch me. I need to cum. Please touch me!”

“I am touching you. I’m touching your balls. I can feel how full they are. They need to explode. We don’t want them to go to bed all blue…”

Before I could finish explaining, Prissy’s soft little penis squirted all over his belly. It was wonderful to see him cum with a limp penis. It was good to know his limp capabilities with his chastity cage en route. It was exhilarating to watch the way he came. Sperm just started dribbling out of his limpy for twenty or so seconds. It was like he was on the verge of an orgasm, but there weren’t convulsions. And when he finally started contracting, cum still only dribbled out-it wasn’t shooting. And each squirt was in direct correlation to each time I squeezed. I was squeezing his cum out of his balls. It was quite erotic. Prissy didn’t like it, but I sure did. I scooped up all the cum and smeared it on my bald pussy, and immediately sat on his face for my fourth orgasm.

It was incredible that he came without anything touching his penis and without getting hard. This was his future.

“When your chastity cage arrives, this is how you’ll cum from now on,” I clearly stated this new norm. “Except YOU will learn how to squeeze yourself. I’m sure Puma-and maybe even Adonis-will want to watch.”

“Let’s review all the things you do with Puma that you claim aren’t for your pleasure:”

*To take his big black cock as deep as possible in your ass, you hold your ankles in the sky in the missionary position.

*You cup his muscular butt cheeks in each of your hands, pulling him into you while he fucks you.

*You show you get hard; your little penis salutes his performance.

*You ride his cock to coax his cum into your ass.

“Wow! You claim you don’t suck cock, but I no longer believe you. I think the actual question is, ‘Do you swallow?'”

 

The End.

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.