In Amy's House

Waking up groggy always sucked, especially when he needed to go to the bar early to get everything ready. Alexander winced as light pierced his eyes, he shut them and tried to wipe any crust he might've had with his hand, only to find that he couldn't. Trying harder was only met with sturdy resistance, trying the other arm found much of the same. That's when it all came rushing back to him, the restaurant, Michelle, AMY!

Fully awake, Alexander tried to get his bearings but found all four of his limbs were tied to the posts on a remarkably large and soft satin covered bed. His wrists and ankles were encased in fuzzy pink straps which were connected to the posts with shiny taut chains. He couldn't move from the neck down, he was completely helpless. Craning his head, he was able to see that he was also exposed, his body on full display with his clothes nowhere in sight.

The room he was in looked exactly what you'd think would be in a love hotel mixed in with a sex dungeon and its size reflected such a combination. There were all manner of toys lined up on the wall, like an aresenal of lethal weapons ready to used at a moments notice. There were dildos of all shapes and sizes, some realistic and others recreated from the realm of fantasy. Magnifcent machines were present as well, some even bigger than he was, and not one them he could identify or perceive their purpose. The rest were all odd tools he had never seen in his life before, the only sex toy he had known were blow up dolls and that was more so because of sitcoms than real life experience.

Alexander noticed at the foot of the bed lay an impressive camera, almost studio quality given how bulky it was. He would have been impressed over its design had he been free to examine it and were it not pointed directly at him. There was a tiny flashing red light that indicated that it was on and was being used. Turning his face away in shame, Alexander cried out, "Help! Someone! Get me out of here!"

"Cry all you want, there isn't anyone that can hear you."

Alexander's neck should have broke at the speed he twisted it. There, standing in business clothes stood Amy, dressed in an elaborate suit and slacks. Now that he had a good look at her, Alexander realized how handsome she looked. Amy was a woman there was no denying that, but her muscles coupled with her short hair gave off a strong sense of masculinity, while her mocha colored skin accentuated her exotic appearance. Of course he might have been attracted to her more had she not **** him after she subjected to her cock.

Though he should have been scared, Alexander felt angry and indignant.

"Why did you bring me here!?"

Amy laughed coquettishly, it caused a lapse in judgement from the restrained femboy as the laugh both sounded wonderful (if that made sense) and condescending.

"What are you laughing at!?" He shouted. Amy smiled as she walked over to him, laying a hand on top of his pelvis and slowly moved it upward. Shivers rocked Alexander's body as he experienced a small jolt of pleasure. He had never really touched himself pleasurably before, and not in the way Amy did.

"I'm laughing at you my pet. You're so cute! Thinking that you are any threat to me." The patronizing tone did nothing to quell his rage. Blind with anger, Alexander forgot who was at whose mercy.

"Y-you BITCH!" The insult was regretted immediately. Gone was the amicable face she wore before, in its place was a cold and icy glare that spoke volumes of what possibilities she could do. She had almost suffocated him against her crotch in a populated restaurant, what would she do to him in the privacy of some place hidden away from the rest of the world?

"Listen, you're cute, but I know that yelling is just all talk." The hand rose up to his chest as she trailed a finger there.

"I know what you are." There it was again, she had said the same thing before back at the restaurant.

"What do you mean?"

"You're a submissive. Little. Slut." Each word was accentuated by the finger on his chest making ever so gentle strides across his body. Though he had heard her words he was more focused on her touch, goosebumps appeared as she played with his body, his **** to accept the pleasure was easily noticed by Amy.

"See? You can't even be honest with yourself. You love this don't you? All your life you just wanted someone to take control, to guide you to be their bitch." Her finger traced itself around his nipple.

"Mmmn...!" An involuntary moan, Alexander's face lit up in embarrassment as a predatory smile appeared on Amy's.

"See? Its okay, you don't need to hide yourself from me, you _can't _hide anything from me." The tone of her voice didn't sit well with Alexander, for some reason he felt there was something underneath what she was saying. She must have seen the confusion on his face because she began to speak again.

"You see Alex, I run this town. Didn't you find it weird how I was able to **** and publicly humiliate you without getting the cops involved?" The thought did pass through his mind, but it was overtaken with other events.

"Its because every business in this town is underneath my thumb, I know every secret, every dirty deal, and every thing there is to know about the people in this town. Imagine my surprise when I find out that new bar I was going to take over was run by you."

She pinched his nipple, drawing an even larger moan from Alex. "MMMnh!?"

She laughed again, enjoying the sensual **** she was inflicting on Alex.

“When I saw you with Michelle it was love at first sight. I love little boys like you, so soft,” A stroke across his chest. “So feminine,” A stride up to his chin. “So submissive.” A lip lock.

She once again delved into Alex’s oral cavern with ravenous glee, hungry and aroused, exploring every inch of his mouth like she did before. By the time she was done Alex had been gasping for breath, a trail of saliva dripping down to his chin.

“I almost couldn’t believe Michelle was on a date with you! She never goes for the small ones.” At this, Amy gently caressed his small penis, using only her index finger, middle finger, and thumb. Alexander had never touched himself before and Amy’s ministrations felt too good for someone as inexperienced as he was. After only about 5 strokes he had came into her hand.

“Quick aren’t you?” There was that condescending tone again, Alex would have felt more peeved had he not just experienced his first sexual high. Eyes half lidded and mouth open as he panted, he watched as Amy took his cum to her mouth and licked all of her fingers clean.

“Delicious.”

Shivers ran down his spine again.

“You’re so perfect Alex! It’s a good thing I was able to convince Michelle to ditch you. One of my contacts provides all sorts of neat little things for me, stuff that anyone would kill to get their hands on, Michelle included. Things like this.” She had taken something out of her pocket, it was a pill, pink and glossy.

As she moved it closer to Alex’s mouth he turned away and snapped his mouth shut closing his eyes as he did so.

Amy had tried to shove the pill down his throat like she did before, but Alex knew better than to let some mystery **** from some crazy woman down his mouth again.

Amy was getting increasingly frustrated, her patience at an end.

“Fine, if you don’t want to do this the easy way...” She trailed off and Alex could make out her high heels clicking against the floor away from him.

Daring himself to open an eye, he saw her coming back with some of those tools he couldn’t identify.

“I was hoping to save this for later, but if you’re going to be naughty I’m going to have to punish you.”

“W-what are those?” He tentatively asked and Amy’s mouth grew to an almost Cheshire grin.

Instead of answering him she dove headfirst into his anus, opening it with ease. Alex couldn’t believe it, this was on a whole new level of pleasure and debauchery the likes he would have never in his wildest dreams guessed he would have experienced.

“S-s-stop! What are you doing!? That place is dirty!!” Alex could barely make out the top of her head as she rose to make eye contact with him.

“Oh don’t worry about that? I cleaned you earlier!” She said as cheerful as can be. She had pulled a remote from somewhere and activated something. He could hear a mechanism shift and found a television lowering itself from the ceiling. It turned on and there he was, on the floor?

Wherever this footage was it was not in the same room he was in. There he saw Amy in her gym gear squatting down close to his naked body, a tube shoved up his ass.

The Amy on screen has twisted some knob as his stomach became bloated and full. He watched with horror as Amy proceeded to push down on his stomach causing him to expel everything inside of him.

“Clean up was a hassle you know, but it was all worth it for this juicy ass.”

Alex renewed his struggle as he fought against the building orgasm that stemmed from the wet serpent wriggling around in his intestines. But no matter how much he squirmed he was kept firmly in place, Amy's face pressed up against his asshole.

"A-Ah~!" Another mechanism shift sounded. Amy must have pressed another button from her place on the floor. The TV had receded back to wherever it came from, and in its place was a full length mirror, its quality showcasing every little thing happening to his body. Alex saw the top of Amy's head, as well as his ever present erection, but he had also seen what his face looked like.

_'I-is that... Me?' _He almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror, though his physical appearance stayed the same, his face was lost in restrained ecstasy. He saw the drool dripping down his face, the half lidded eyes almost losing themselves in pleasure, but most of all, he saw just how much Amy was right.

Just as he was about to lost to the pleasure, Amy withdrew her tongue. With an audible *POP!* Amy had kissed his hole, that damned smile never leaving her face as she stood back up, a sadistic satisfaction that was ever present emanating from her menacing aura.

Something was fastened onto Alex's penis. He had looked at the mirror and found some kind of lacy pink fabric tied around his tiny dick, fastened tight enough to not slip, but not enough to halt any blood circulation.

"I gave you a freebie with that orgasm earlier, but now its time for your punishment. Don't break before I get back from work."

Alex then felt a sudden pressure in his ass, firmer than a tongue, yet artificial enough that it didn't feel like any appendage from Amy. He had looked into the mirror again to find a suspicious pink thing in Amy's hand, whatever it was had some kind of circular knob-

*BZZZZZZT!*

"GYAAAAH!" There was a sudden vibration emanating from his ass! Unprepared, Alex had no resistance to its violent motions. He desperately needed to ejaculate but the lace around his penis prevented his release. Minutes passed as he felt himself almost orgasm three times, the pleasure feeling more like torment.

Amy chuckled to herself as tears streamed down Alex's eyes, enjoying his ****, savoring_ _it.

"I'll be back later, I'll see you in six hours."

A kiss on his stunned, crying face and the slam of a metal door sealed his fate as he was left to the mercy of the vibrator.

The only bystander left to witness his plight was the camera, its red light ever blinking.