It’s a pain in the ass

“Oh,” Rachel said suddenly, pausing in the doorway. “I almost forgot.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a silver buttplug with a tail attached. “Gotta complete the look. Plus it gets you ready for later.” Sam stared at the plug apprehensively. It wasn’t that large, but still. “Don’t be such a weenie.” She said, “besides, it’s for your own good. Some of the other futas get kinda wild and they might not notice the collar, but with this in they won’t be able to take your ass now will they? That’s all mine.”

Sam sure didn’t like the sound of that, but he was thoroughly dominated at this point. Sarah truly owned him, and his desires were no longer sufficient to escape her will. She held the plug down by his mouth and he licked it obediantly, getting it nice and wet.

“Good bitch. You sure didn’t take long to break did you? I guess that makes sense. Freudian theory states power in the social dynamic is all about penis size, subconsciously anyway. Since mine is sooo much larger than yours, your id acknowledges me as alpha and willingly submits to my commands.”

Sam resented that, and it was almost enough to galvinize him into trying to claw back his dignity, but before he could build up the guts Sarah abruptly took the plug and pressed it against his asshole. He gasped as it went in, and as it did all the fight drained out of him, replaced with an intense, shameful pleasure.

“Lookie there. You’re little weenie dick got all hard from that. I knew you’d make a good sissy, you’re a natural anal slut. You’ll fit in perfect here.”

Smiling broadly, she grabbed his leash and led him outside. As he crawled obediantly behind her he couldn’t help but stare up at the gorgeous ass above him. Once outside, he saw a spectacle of depravity and futa domination. A girl in a stock was being fucked in all three holes at once by a trio of busty amazons, a man was hanging upside down being paddled mercilessly but a severe brunette futa, and on a park bench Sam could see a redheaded futa being forcibly mounted by a blonde futa. “That’s what happens when we get all pent up.” Sarah said, “we turn on one another. That’s why y’all are here, to satify our cravings so we can be productive students. You’re really performing a public service.”

And Sam was quite conscious of how public it was. Every futa they passed stared at him like a hungry dog eyed a piece of meat. Despite himself, he was grateful for Sarah’s protection, although he feared it would come at great cost.