Sleeve

The collar said in big metallic silver letters “sleeve”. This may not mean much to most, but you knew it was short for cock sleeve. This has been your pet name from Jade ever since that night…

You had known your friend was a Futa for as long as you could remember, but it had never mattered to either if you. You were both just friends that loved to tease and hassle each other. On that fateful game night, after losing a particularly close match you were pouting as she mocked you, saying you shouldn’t act like such a big shot with such a tiny dick. This passed you off even more, and you said “hey, for your info I’m probably bigger than most guys in our class.”

“Oh? You know that by staring at them all the time?”

“No! Um…” you get flustered with her comeback.

“Aww look at you blush! I bet you don’t even have the biggest cock in this room!”

“Fuck you, no way you have a bigger cock than me.” You retort, standing up and facing her.

“Oh? Wanna back up those words? Let’s say smallest cock has to blow the biggest one!”

“Deal!” You quickly say, not thinking of the implication. She stands up, facing you, and lifts her skirt as you unzip your pants. You were a decent 6 inches… but that was nothing compared to her thick 10.

“What! How do you hide that monster!” You say in shock, and she just laughs, grabbing both of your cocks side bide side and stroking them together.

“How do I hide it? Well soon I’ll be hiding it down your throat tiny. Now, why don’t you get on your knees so you can properly pay off your bet.”

Gulping nervously, you look down at her stroking both your cock and her monster at the same time, making you physically feel the difference and turning you on more, maybe just enough so you comply. She lets you go as you slink down to your knees, not even getting a moment to contemplate before she grabs your hair and presses her cock to your lips.

You open and let it slide in, leading to what would become the first of so many face fuckings. You aren’t sure how, and later she would say it was because you were made to be a cock sleeve, but you found out you never had a gag reflex. So as she **** it deeper into your throat, you could easily handle it, to the point she could bottom out it you.

“Ohh fuck…” she starts to moan, grabbing your hair tighter and picking up her pace. It doesn’t take the 18 year old Futa long until she cums, squirting what feels like gallons of cum deep into your belly. When she finally pulls out, she’s cum so much it’s leaking out your mouth and nostrils, and you feel like a used and abused sex object. Still, your tinier cock is rock hard, and she notices.

“Mmm you really do make a lovely hole. Would you like me to recepricate and help you cum?” You’re so cumdrunk you just nod, and she laughs. “Then let’s play for it. You win I’ll blow your tiny cock, but you lose you take a ride on mine until you cum.”

She doesn’t wait for you to agree, going to turn on her favorite game and kicking a remote to you. You are in no mental state to focus, and as soon as the game starts it finishes in defeat.

“Aww, that was pathetic, just like you!” You’d normally have a retort, but you are so overwhelmed by the situation, your brain is basically shut down. “Now, I think it’s time for me to see that cute ass of yours impaled. Climb aboard sailor!”

Sitting on the edge of the couch, she helped you off the ground, fully stripped your pants, and had you climb in her lap facing her. With only your spit from before and her cum to lube the monster, she lowered you onto it.

You had never felt such a mix of pain, shame and pleasure. She took the time to stretch your ass, lifting you up and lowering you a little more each time, all while making you stare deep into her eyes. When she finally fit everything deep inside of you, she kissed you, passionately and fiercely, and at the same time increasing the pace and roughness. You kissed back, putty in her arms, until you were moaning like a bitch in heat into her kisses.

She giggled, saying “good slut. Mmm yea you like that, don’t you? Tell you what, come for me if you want me to be your mistress, and I’ll make you the happiest cock sleeve in the world.”

With those words, once you came on her chest she sealed it. This proceeded a night of intense fucking, with you in every position she could think of. The next day she took you shopping for a collar and a chastity cage, saying you’d never need to use your tiny dick again. And you couldn’t argue, seeing as she made you cum more times than you could remember taking your ass.

Now every time you met up in private, she was mistress and you were sleeve. She still enjoyed playing games with you, but the wagers had changed to degrading sexual acts if you lost, or tiny rewards if you won.