Limp and mewling, thoroughly broken

Over the next hour or so, you made sure Sam was well and truly addicted to your cock. While lying over his body and pounding him into the bed, you continued to growl **** in his ear, telling him over and over in so many different ways that all he was good for was getting fucked by you. You focused on what you knew would drive the lesson home the strongest way, how small and pathetic his dicklet was, the girly way he was taking a far bigger cock, that this was the one way he'd ever be able satisfy a woman. The harsher your insults, the more frantically he squealed and moaned as you wrung a constant stream of dry, prostate orgasms out his butt.

You've never fucked a boy who reacted so very strongly to both anal and ****, yet more evidence in your mind that he's meant to be nothing more than a sissy fucktoy for a hung New Female like you. You didn't care about the consequences, the future or what your relationship had once been. Instead, you were focused only on emptying your balls into this wriggling girly body pinned underneath you, using him as your cumdump and sextoy and unleashing all your worst urges at the same time. Were you capable of realizing it through the boiling haze of animal arousal, you would have been horrified your libido could take you this far. But you just didn't care.

Once you slammed another thick load into his already bulging belly, you were in the mood for something even harder. He was already pretty out of it by this point, limp, twitching and drooling, his eyes glazed and his gaping hole dripping globs of cum. You grabbed him by the hips, yanked his butt up off your sheets and stood over him, your feet planted firmly on either side of his hips. Bending your knees, you had a straight shot down into his guts, and you took full advantage, slamming your cock to the hilt in one hard thrust. That made him stir at least, shrieking and shuddering his way through what must have been the most intense orgasm yet. It just seemed to go on and on, his little body thrashing underneath you as you pounded him as hard as you could into the bed. His clenching hole wrung another titanic load of cum out of your balls, leaving him moaning softly, his little belly swollen tight and bulging out like a balloon. You weren't even sure he was fully conscious when the flow of cum finally eased, but you didn't allow yourself to care. He's just your cocksleeve after all.

By that point, you'd pumped four of your largest loads into Sam's swollen belly plus the three against the shower wall earlier today. Even your hefty twins were running dry, the insistent, hot ache in your sack finally easing away. Very much satisfied, you decided it was time for a break. For you at least. You rolled over and lay tiredly back on your bed, the muscles of your core aching. Of course you still had enough energy to slap your whimpering toy back to awareness, drag him over so that he lay with his head between your thighs and order him to suck on your balls while you relaxed.

You're lying back on your bed now, legs spread wide, with your sweaty, aching sack resting on Sam's pretty face, your dropping cock in his soft, blonde hair. There's still no thought in your head about the future or just what you've done means. The aching waves of warm satisfaction flooding through your body won't allow it. And by the way your new cum-dump tenderly licks and sucks each of your balls in turn, worshipping them with his deliciously soft lips and tongue, you can tell yourself he loves this too. At least for now.

Your eyelids flutter, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over your satisfied body. You always get tired after sex, but right now you can tell you're about to crash out for a couple hours at least. It's like all that was keeping you awake was the boiling need to thoroughly ruin the boy still lovingly cradling one of your balls in his cute little mouth. Now that's done to your aching satisfaction, your body just needs to rest.

"When I wake up, you'd better still be licking my balls." You snarl at your new sissy slut. He shudders once, his puffed out cheeks, filled with your swollen ball, flushing pink with fresh arousal. No doubt the little slut just finds the degrading prospect of spending the next few hours continuing to clean your sweaty sack with his tongue ever so exciting. Still totally certain you've done the right thing, you slump back into your pillow and, to the delicious accompaniment of Sam's tender worship, you slip away into a deep and dreamless sleep.