(As always, please pardon the grammar errors, it was written on my phone. I encourage my readers to review past chapters to experience the build-up and full intimacy of this moment.)
Scott woke up a jolt, the flood of excitement washing over him. Today was the day. In the last few months, Scott had enjoyed nearly every conceivable form of sexual pleasure and submission, except one. Ever since the moment he’d watched Paul’s hard cock slowly enter Rachel’s pussy lips and watched her belly rise, Scott had wanted to experience it himself.
Paul recognized this desire in Scott, and frequently ordered Scott to ride a lifelike dildo modeled on Paul’s own cock while he watched his wife get fucked. Although the dildo was anatomically similar, with veins and a big soft head, it lacked the heat and power of the real thing. As a good little cocksucker, Scott knew that fact all too well.
Frequently, during Rachel and Paul’s date nights, Scott was relegated to under the table, his face buried in Paul’s crotch as he worked every inch of the cock with his tongue and throat. Rachel was a great teacher, lovingly showing Scott how to use his tongue to elicit that most explosive of reactions: ten ropes of warm cum in the back of your waiting throat.
Although Scott loved performing this duty, among others, and his cock frequently soaked his underwear until it felt like he’d wet himself, he needed to feel Paul’s power inside him. He’d watched Rachel experience it countless times, her sweat covered chest heaving, her eyes rolling back and the guttural animal sounds she made when she finally came on Paul’s cock.
But today, it was his Scott’s day. He was so excited, those memories almost seemed distant. Although he’d collectively swallowed a few gallons of Paul’s cum over the previous months, he had the excitement and nervousness of a virgin.
For this, Rachel would be his loving coach.
“Good morning baby, how are you feeling? Excited?” Rachel asked, her hand snaking beneath the sheets.
“Excited but also nervous, I’ve fantasized about it so long, it’s hard to believe it could actually meet my expectations. I’m also nervous, I don’t want to disappoint him.” Scott responded.
As he spoke, Rachel felt Scott’s cock pulse in her hand. She didn’t dare stroke it, fearing the minimal stimulation might make him burst.
Rachel reassured her husband “It will feel better than you’ve ever imagined and Paul loves us both Scott, there is no way you’ll disappoint him.”
“I know honey, I’m just nervous.” Scott said.
“Just take a deep breath, we’ll take good care of you.” Rachel said to reassure him.
Later, the couple walked out to the main room to find Paul setting out breakfast plates and coffee. Looking up, he greeted them: “Good morning guys, everyone excited for today?”
From the wet stain on the front of Scott’s pants, his response was unspoken.
“Now Scott, if I’m not mistaken, it’s been a few days since you last came. I want to maintain that for now. If you touch your cock at all today, I’ll postpone this event by a week. I know you don’t want that, so be a good boy for me.” As he spoke, the power and resolve in Paul’s voice was obvious.
With that, the threesome all enjoyed their breakfast and chatted about their respective plans for the day.
Rachel’s pregnancy was starting to show, so she planned on spending most of the day by the pool, relaxing in the water and reading her favorite book.
To distract himself from his obsessive lust, Scott was going over to the airfield where he had been building a small observatory. With almost no light pollution and hours of free time, Scott had expressed an interest in stargazing and Paul had a high-quality telescope flown in.
The three of them still enjoyed their voluntary quarantine, the peaceful isolation and kinky activities. They’d reached a sensual equilibrium, a modest tropical existence marked by periods of unimaginable depravity.
Later that afternoon, Scott walked back to the main house from the airfield and found Rachel in her customary lounge by the pool. Today, she was wearing a black string bikini, with high waisted bottoms and palm-sized patches of fabric over her nipples. Rachel lowered her sunglasses and gazed up at her husband, watching his erection grow as result.
“Honey, how should I prepare?” Scott asked coyly.
“I’ll show you, but are you ready to begin?” Rachel asked
“I am, I can barely keep my hands off myself. The longer I stand here idle, the more I worry that I won’t be able to control myself.” Scott said, a bit meekly.
“Follow me and we’ll get you started.” Rachel said.
Scott took his wife’s hand and helped her out of her chair. As she stood, one of her dark nipples fell out of the bikini, the blue and red veins making his mouth water. He craved the taste of her breastmilk, but that was for another day.
In their bathroom, Rachel directed Scott to strip naked. Over the next hour, she lovingly covered sections of Scott’s body in shaving cream and then shaved him clean. Finished, Rachel stepped and examined her work.
Scott stood naked before her, totally hairless except for the hair on his head. He rubbed his hands over his body, marveling at his smoothness. The experience so far had been highly arousing, and his cock had a three foot string of precum nearly touching the floor.
“Now, we won’t do this every time, but I thought you’d want to look your best for Paul.” Rachel said.
Rachel then brought out a small box, and opened it to reveal a crystal clear glass buttplug with a wide base.
“Now Scott, you’ve been plugged before, but this one is special. We only use this plug when we’re training our assholes for Paul.” Scott looked down, his hands shaking with excitement.
Rachel turned him around and pushed him over so his hands were on the hardwood countertop. He heard her spit loudly, and felt the gentle pressure as she began pushing the plug against his asshole. Scott involuntarily let out a small whimper, closing his eyes and trying to relax. Rachel took her time, rubbing Scott’s back and tell him how proud she was of him. As the words left her mouth, she pushed her hand deeper into his hairless ass crack, letting the plug stretch her sissy husband more and more.
Finally, Rachel watched closely as the pink ring of Scott’s asshole stretched tight and the widest part of the plug slid past. Suddenly, his ass almost seemed to suck the plug deeper until the base was firm against his asshole. She looked down at the plug, the black depths of his ass showing through the glass. He looked wide open.
Next, Rachel picked out a nice outfit for herself, a nice bra and panty set.
As she put the outfit on, Scott asked, “what do I wear?”
“Absolutely nothing. Tonight, you’re a little cumslut faggot, a receptacle for Paul’s cum.” Rachel said with a smirk.
The words shocked him, Rachel had never spoken that way to him. As his brain struggled to process the power dynamic suddenly in place, his cock pulsed with blood, almost purple from his arousal.
Rachel completed her outfit by tying her long hair in a pony tail and putting on tall black heels. The distinctive red soles were eye-catching.
“Now follow me.” Rachel led him out of their bedroom and across the house to Paul’s room. For the moment, but the room was empty, but the bed was tightly made with bright white sheets.
“Lay down on the bed and grab your knees. You’re going to greet Paul with your waiting asshole.” Rachel commanded.
Scott obeyed, lay down on the back and spreading asshole by pulling his knees to his chest. As he did so, he felt Rachel reach down and take hold of the plug in his bowels. Scott had gotten used to the sensation, and as Rachel pulled it out inch by inch, he almost felt empty. When it finally popped out, he suddenly craved the need to feel full again.
Rachel took the plug directly from her husband’s ass and instructed Scott to open his mouth. She inserted the plug into his mouth, pushing it deep. He felt like an absolute slut, the dirty plug in his mouth and his gaped ass wide open.
Rachel marveled at the sight of Scott’s gaped ass, as it slowly relaxed and almost closed. She stared into her husband, excited for the night’s events.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. Scott nearly jumped with excitement, his cock leaking precum into a growing pool on his stomach.
Paul walked into the room, marveling at the sight before him: Rachel in her powerful and confident outfit, and Scott spread out like a filthy little slut. Paul wore a well-cut pair of slacks and a crisp white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. Beneath his pants, a bulging cock threatened to tear through the fabric. He walked over to the husband and wife. “Is everyone ready?”
Rachel responded with a devilish smirk and Scott nodded from the bed. As Scott strained to look up and see them, the anticipation built inside him. Rachel began unbuttoning Paul’s shirt and unzipping his pants. Suddenly, Paul stood nude over Scott, his powerful cock bouncing with each heartbeat. Paul reached down and removed the plug from Scott’s mouth, noticing the tears in his eyes from fighting his gag reflex. He tossed the plug onto the bed, and leaning over, placed his hands on either side of Scott’s torso.
Without warning, the desire overcame Scott and the words began bursting out of his mouth:
“Daddy, I need your warm cum…I need you to own my little faggot ass with your powerful cock…please use me as your fuckdoll…I need your seed.”
Scott begged earnestly, the sincerity obvious in his voice. Rachel reached down and grasped the base of Paul’s strong cock, guiding him towards Scott’s still-gaped ass. Rachel went slow, knowing that Scott was so aroused he might start sobbing from desire. Finally, Scott jumped when he felt the warm head of Paul’s cock press against his slutty little asshole. Every nerve of his body was electrified as Rachel moved Paul’s cock around, smearing the precum and lubing her husband’s hole. Finally, Rachel withdrew her hand, licking the precum off her fingers.
“Okay boys, let’s see what you can do.”
Paul looked at her smiling, his broad shoulders flexing as his body leaned over Scott. After a moment, he turned his attention back to Scott and locked eyes with him.
Scott nodded frantically, the puddle of precum on his stomach sloshing around. As he stared up at Paul, he felt his ass begin to stretch again as the powerful cock began sliding deeper. Scott gasped as his ass popped over the large head of Paul’s cock, and Paul began thrusting deeper into Scott. As he slowly penetrated Scott, Paul grabbed Scott’s shoulders and pulled him closer. He placed Scott’s legs over his shoulders and took a deep breath before the final push.
As Paul exerted himself with almost tantric patience, Scott felt a fire light within him as Paul’s cock contacted his prostate for the first time. Finally, Paul bottomed out inside Paul and began the process over again, picking up the pace with each thrust.
To help lube Scott’s ass, Paul scooped up the clear honey-like precum from Scott’s stomach and rubbed it all over his cock. Paul was careful to never fully withdraw his cock from Scott, never breaking their bond.
Paul began fucking Scott harder, picking up his pace and abusing Scott’s prostate. Scott suddenly felt a sensation like his bladder was going to burst, and in one breath, his cock began shooting thick white cum all over his chest. He gasped as the sensation made his body shake, his first hands-free orgasm from a real life cock. Watching Scott’s cock burst, Paul fucked him harder and deeper, long thrusts straight into his core.
Always the dutiful helper, Rachel walked over and began scooping up Scott’s cum with her fingers, coating her wedding ring, and feeding it back to him. As she did so, she rubbed her soaking wet pussy over her panties. She couldn’t believe the amazing sight, the future father of her child was fucking her sissy husband.
Scott’s ass had never felt so full and so stretched, sweat all over his face as he strained to accept more of Paul. Paul’s sweat dripped down onto him, into his open and waiting mouth. The salty taste of Paul’s sweat sent him to the edge and he began begging again:
“Please daddy…fill my…faggot ass with…with your hot cum. I…I need it so badly. Own me…make me yours…please DADDY, please!”
Rachel stepped forward, taking Scott’s hand in hers. She squeezed it tighter as each word left his mouth.
“PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE BREED ME. I’M YOURS FOREVER.”
With these words, Paul groaned and pulled Scott’s legs tight against his chest, never breaking eye contact. Inside his ass, Scott felt Paul’s cock swell and pulse, locking them together for a brief moment before the cum began filling him up. The heat washed over him, an intimate sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, as Paul pressed himself deeper, planting his powerful seed as deep as possible.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was the three individuals’ heavy breathing, until Paul began slowly withdrawing his still-hard cock. As the head stretched Scott out again, he let out another little moan and it slipped out. Paul remained standing at the end of the bed, his cum covered cock still at attention.
Scott remained on his back for a few minutes catching as his breath, until the desire struck him like a lightning bolt. He weakly sat upright and climbed off the bed, squatting down on his knees. He reached out with shaking hands, grasping Paul’s cum-covered cock and guided it into his mouth. He savored the taste of the cock that had been deep in his ass only seconds before. He licked the residual cum caught behind the flair of the head and that had collected on Paul’s heavy balls.
As Scott worked over the hard phallus, he felt a familiar pressure on his asshole as Rachel re-inserted the plug back into him. This time, his ass was so stretched that he barely felt it.
Rachel leaned down and whispered in his ear “I don’t want you to spill a drop, that’s a nice breakfast snack for you. You’re our faggot forever, don’t ever forget that.”
Scott nodded and moaned as he completed his work, his eyes obediently staring up at Paul. Finally, he withdrew and caught his breath, overcome with the emotion of the moment.
He had never felt anything quite like this experience, so submissive and powerless, and yet so loved and desired. In his heart, Scott knew that he and Rachel would never leave the Island. They were Paul’s forever, a fact confirmed by the massive load of warm cum deep in his ass. He was addicted, he needed more…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ht2dxh/the_island_part_eleven_mmf_bi_cum_anal_bareback