Are you a boy? Are you a girl? Are you an oyster, are you a pearl? Are you a fish? Are you a fowl? Are you an angel? Are you from hell?

(AN:I’m sort of breaking with my usual pattern of two chapters per contestant here because… well it feels like I need to.)

Back in Bob’s room, after another surly sleigh ride, this one accompanied by dirty looks from Stumpy, he closed to door and turned to look at Robin. They were a couple inches taller than him. Slim, with that coltish build that both young girls and boys tend to have before being visited by the puberty fairy. He decided that he would very much like to touch their skin, but was also fighting an urge to wrap his fingers around their graceful throat. Something about their pale slender body just called out to be ****-fucked.

Robin stood nervously gazing at him. They knew that if he wanted to fuck them they’d say yes. They also knew that they would have a difficult time accommodating his girth. But what they really knew is that he was looking at them like they were a piece of meat, and that they rather liked being an object of desire. Finally they didn’t know exactly how they were going to proceed and really wished he would guide them.

Bob slowly began to circle and was pleased and a little turned on when they just stood there facing forward, standing stock-still like a mannequin on display. No stranger to the concept of BDSM, he recognized that they were presenting themself to him, so just as he had with Kayla and Kathy Jo, he allowed himself to slide into what he thought of as his ‘Dom’ headspace. Slowly approaching from behind he leant in and whispered in their ear. “Take off your shirt.”

He was taking charge and Robin was relieved that they didn’t have to think right now. They had played domination games with some of their previous partners and enjoyed the release involved in the power exchange, usually falling into the submissive role; they were not a fan of bondage or pain, but very much relished giving up control and just living in the moment and bathing in the sensations. And something in Bob’s voice just told them that either they could do what he said, or they could leave, and without really thinking about it they reached down and pulled their shirt over their head.

With their top off, they stood there, pale and fragile, as Bob took in the sight of their freckled back, admiring the curve of their spine and lightly tracing his fingertips along the definition of their trapezius, which brought on a shiver from them. Knowing full well that the location of the largest number of erogenous zones is between the ears and that his were singing right now, he took a deep breath in an attempt to retain his composure.

They could feel his hot breath against their neck, his strong fingers, being so gentle on their back… Goddess, they were so turned on right now. Their little Fun Sized friend had been leaking pre-cum since they’d decided to suck his cock by the lighthouse, and the only reason they hadn’t spewed was lots of practice edging.

“Now your pants.”

Holy crap, even his voice sounded like sex. Deep, rumbling, sort of raspy. It set their nerve endings on fire and they responded to the… yes, it was definitely a command, almost automatically.

Their jeans slid down over their tight little ass revealing a pair of shiny green bikini briefs. When they stood back up straight he tugged at them, snapping the waistband.

“These too.”

Their breathy “Yes Sir” would have brought him to fully erect if his cock wasn’t already stiff enough to use as a crowbar. Their freckles ran all the way down to the small of their back, but their ass and runner’s legs were gorgeously unblemished, looking for all the world like fine China. When they bent over he saw nothing between their legs.

They stood naked before him now. They could almost feel him standing there although he wasn’t touching them. It was like their nerve endings stood out for a foot around their body. So wired were they that they nearly jumped out of their skin when they felt his hands on their narrow hips, but still they stared forward, unwillingly to move and potentially break the spell. Their breathing began to grow ragged as those big powerful hands slowly made their way around their body, one sliding up their flat belly and the other descending… lower. When his fingers first brushed against their prick they let out a low moan.

It’s so tiny. That was Bob’s thought as his hand came into contact. Like… my pinky is bigger. he pinched the little thing gently between thumb and forefinger and began stroking it gently, eliciting another moan and tremble from the beautiful enby in front of him. His other hand had by now reached their throat, and he gripped it softly as he pulled himself all the way up to them so that his cock was pressed against their ass through the heavy material of his jeans.

They were starting to twitch now, vocalizations becoming one long steady moan, broken only by their ragged breathing. They laid their head back against his shoulder to grant him easier access to their neck as much as to support their rapidly weakening legs. Oh Goddess! He’s gonna… I’m gonna…

“Don’t you dare cum.”

His voice was a low growl now. Hungry and primal. His fingers tightened about their throat and their whole body twitched trying to hold back the onrushing orgasm. His fingers kept stroking them, obliterating all thought but the agonizing ecstasy of his touch.

“I own this orgasm. You only get it when I say. Understand?”

His words cut right through the sex driven haze to their endorphin soaked brain and they twitched more as they replied. “Y-y-yesssss S-s-s-sir.”

“Now I’m going to let you go,” he felt their shoulders slump and they let out a sound that was almost an anguished sob, “but I want you to keep stroking yourself as you turn around and undress me.”

Their mouth hung open, their eyes glazed and vacant of any intelligence, containing only lust, they quickly turned to obey. He subtly aided their awkward one-handed attempts to extract him from his clothes, and when his boxers fell to his ankles, his cock, swollen and angry looking, springing into view drew that gaze to it like buckyballs to a magnet.

“Good g-wait… what the hell do I call you?”

Girl… boy… it doesn’t matter. Just touch me again! Robin knew the answer to this question. One of their early girlfriends had had much the same question the first time they’d subbed for her.

“You’re bitch, Sir.” They stood unsteadily before him, pulling rhythmically at their erect little pudd.

“Good bitch.” He smiled broadly. “Now lay on the bed.”

Their asshole was used to their own fingers, or even being toyed, but even their largest dildo didn’t compare to the two fingers Bob was using to stretch them right now. Thankfully plenty of lube was involved or otherwise the pain might have overridden the pleasure and sensation of just being an object to be used. Which is not to say that the pain itself was unpleasant; on the contrary all of the sensations were gradually becoming one to them.

He had directed Robin to lay on their back and hold their legs open, knees to their shoulders, to give him full access. First using spit, and then noticing a bottle of lube that was conveniently placed on the nightstand by whichever of the dwarves had rearranged his room during the day, he’d started teasing their hole, first with the tips of his fingers, then penetrating them with one meaty digit, all the while maintaining eye contact and continuing to diddle their… calling it a cock was giving it too much credit. When he found that one finger was easily accommodated he’d upped the ante and begun plumbing their silken sheath with a second, opening it up for himself. All the while he watched their face for clues that he was going too far or that they were too far gone.

Robin’s breath came in rapid pants as they once more came close to the edge, but it was like he was reading their mind as he pulled back from their dick and stopped twisting those deliciously thick fingers in their ass. Then he slipped them out altogether and it was like they were suddenly completely empty. They thrust up at at him as much as they could while still presenting their lower half to him, longing to be filled once more, but he just stood up.

They were whining now, almost like a dog begging for a treat. Bob climbed up on top of them and just hovered over them. He could feel their limp and drooling prick and tiny hazelnut sized ball pressed against his manhood as he leaned down and kissed them full on the mouth.

His lips tasted heavenly and their needy little friend rubbed against his cock as he slid back, and then they moaned into his mouth when they felt that purple mushroom tip press against their stretched out sphincter. Even with all his manipulation their body’s instinctive need to contract was staring to close them off to him, but he was so big and hard and would not be denied. And then he was pushing inside.

Like a tight velvet glove, their anus stretched to take in his girth. Laid curled like they were, the only way he could have penetrated deeper was if they were riding him, but he didn’t sink it in all the way. With short rhythmic thrusts he started pushing into their asspussy.

He’s fucking me! They could feel their little balls tighten as his short strokes brushed right up against their prostate, and the sensation overload almost pushed them over the edge. Their eyes began to roll in their head and their mouth fell open, a thin string of drool escaping slack lips.

God damn, they’re totally cock drunk. He started thrusting faster.

“Ok bitch. Cum for me.”

Cumming!!!!! Cumming on Sir’s cock! Their whole world went white as his big thick rod pressed against their bitch-button and they released a few tiny sprays of thin ejaculate. And he didn’t stop. He only thrust harder, going a little deeper. They let go of their legs and hung onto him for dear life as he started to push further into them, filling them up so much. Just when it felt like they were getting used to it, he went even deeper.

That tight asshole was going to make him shoot in no time, but he wanted this to last, so instead of completely railing them, he kept his thrusts slow and measured, going back to stroking their little willy.

Totally blissed out and little more than a large fleshlight now, Robin did their best to meet his thrusts with their hips, but it was useless. They were just along for the ride. And what a wild ride it was. He was filling them so good, stretching them so much. Their little dick gave up another load, weaker than the first, but he didn’t stop, finally bottoming out in them.

Bob was starting to run out of energy. Thrusting like this was hard on the gut and the lower back. Still, he pounded away after their second orgasm when he felt their legs wrap around his waist. His own was rapidly approaching, but he wanted to be able to look at them when it hit.

So deep inside them. He was so deep! He thrust in hard all of a sudden and then their world was spinning as he rolled onto his back and pulled them over on top of him. They weren’t connecting mentally but their body knew what to do, and soon they were riding him cowperson style.

Their third orgasm was even weaker than the first two but. Now he was fucking up into them and they could feel his eyes on their face and even through the fuckfog that was clouding their mind they could tell he was close too.

Looking up at them, with their face twisted in beautiful agony, Bob gripped their hips and began to jackhammer up into them, pushing through to his own impending climax.

Their fourth was as dry as a popcorn fart, but they could feel him let loose like a gusher as his hot cum spilled into them filling their bowels and setting off that fourth. Spent they collapsed on top of him.

Their final memory before sleep overtook them was his big strong arms wrapping warmly around them as he stroked their hair and kissed the top of their head.

“Good bitch. My good bitch.”

(Title: “Stranger Than You” by Joe Jackson)