Catherine's voice was a soft murmur.
"How much do you want Mommy's cock?"
Mark lay naked on her bed, his erection in full view and his chest rising and falling rapidly. As she spoke, her left hand glided lightly over his lower abdomen, smoothing his soft body hair, teasing his arousal. His breaths were shallow as he answered her.
"Mommy, I want it so bad, please, I need you in me, I can't -- I can't think! Mommy, I'm sorry I don't have the words!"
With huge brown eyes he appealed to Catherine to forgive his stupidity and desperation. She had been sitting next to him on the bed, reaching over as she played with his body; but now, she leaned forward so her face came within a few inches of his. She laughed.
"We
are
desperate, aren't we, dumb boy! So desperate it's making you stupid! Can't find the words, dear? Perhaps you don't deserve to be fucked after all."
He responded with a cascade of apologies, each more pathetic than the last. "I'm sorry Mommy, I'm sorry! I just want to make you happy! I'm helpless, I'm so sorry!" His voice, normally a resounding tenor, had become a delicious high pitched rasp. Catherine relished the needy whine that escaped this barrel-chested man's throat, the dark puppy-dog eyes that beseeched her forgiveness, the rise of his cock to her lightest touch when he was in subspace.
She continued to snake her hand down to his groin, grasping the flesh of his inner thigh and squeezing, feeling the thrill of holding his muscular body under her spell. "My poor dumb baby, you must need Mommy's cock
so very badly
," she mused. "It's kind of pathetic." She turned to look into his eyes, and grinned. "Don't you think?"
"I'm sorry Mommy, I'm sorry!"
Now Catherine shifted her body so she was kneeling between his bent legs. She began caressing his chest hair with both her hands, touching her lips softly to his belly, his nipples, his collarbones. He arched his body towards her touch.
"It's a good thing you're so pretty," she went on softly. "Or I might not have a use for such a dumb pathetic fag like you."
"Thank you for using me, Mommy," Mark breathed. "Let me be your toy, I want to make you happy."
"Yes... such a pretty toy." Catherine leaned back and spat on his erection. She rubbed her fingers down the shaft and outlined his balls with her thumb. He let out a happy whine. She looked back up at his widened eyes and she grinned again.
"I know where you
really
want it, though." She spat again, this time on her fingers. "You want it down
here.
" She glided her wet fingers over his asshole and he groaned. "What a disgusting faggot you are, Mark."
This was something he loved to hear from her when they were playing. His bisexuality had been a hard won identity for him as a young man, and the feeling of being adored for his "perversions" by a woman who could not keep her hands out of his asshole was a special kind of salvation.
It can sometimes feel like nothing short of a miracle, to be loved for the qualities within us that were once our shame and torture.
And for Catherine, there was nothing sexier than experiencing the vicarious joy of watching a man revel in the full-bodied pleasure of being penetrated. She pushed her two longest fingers into him, pressing them into his G-spot, as both she and Mark inhaled and moaned together. She felt a small thrill of pleasure pulsing in her belly.
"That's right, little pervert," she continued, as she massaged his prostate and he let out little whimpering sounds. "You love it when I touch you here, where you shit and diddle yourself when you're all alone at night."
"
Yes Mommy, yes!
"
"Disgusting boy, look how easy it is for me to turn you into a whining moaning mess!" She spat on his cock again and started jerking him off with her other hand. She watched happily as the muscles in Mark's thighs became taut and his breaths came in fast and rough.
"Now try again; try for Mommy to use your words," she coaxed, while still working on his dick and his prostate simultaneously. "Tell me what you want."
"
I want you to fuck me, pleeeaaase, Mommyyy!"
Mark wailed, his hands now reaching back over his head to grasp the headboard of Catherine's bed. "
I can't stand it anymore, please, I need it, I need Mommy's cock, pleeeaase! I'll be so good I promise Mommy, I'll be such a good little faggot for you, please, just let me have your cock!"
"Ahh, such a perfect pathetic boy!" Catherine sang. She fucked him harder with her fingers until he started shaking. He scrunched up his legs and let out a shuddery breath. Satisfied, Catherine pulled her fingers out and wiped them on his belly.
"Did sweet widdle boy have a sweet widdle orgasm?" she cooed as she rose from the bed. She reached for her strap-on harness.
"Thank you Mommy," Mark sighed. "Can I have your cock
now,
Mommy, please?"
"Yes baby, and I'll even let you pick your dildo," she told him. "What'll we have today -- Big Rainbow, Purple Fatboy, the tentacle cock? You should know, I'm in the mood to fuck you hard and fast... so choose wisely."
"Yes, yes, please Mommy, can you fuck me with your pretty purple cock?" Mark's raspy little voice was sweet and polite, and Catherine felt a swirl of butterflies in her belly at the sound.
He continued to masturbate as he watched her get ready for him, his brown puppy dog eyes following her wherever she went.
He was so precious. This bear of a man could have thrown her over his shoulder with one hand if he wanted to. Out in the world, Mark presented himself as the kind of powerful man who got work done and used his strength on behalf of others. This is what the world expected of him, and he provided. But in Catherine's bed, Mark got to be small and defenseless -- and he got to be loved for it.
Catherine inserted his dildo of choice into the O-ring in her harness, lathered it with lube, and then returned to the bed.
"You're gonna take my cock deep and fast, faggot. Are you ready?"
Mark lay back and lifted his legs towards his head, exposing his hole below the smooth shapes of his taint and balls. His ass was coated in fine velvety hair, and his hardened cock rested on his scrunched up belly.
"
Yeesss Mommy!
"
"Tell me what you are, Mark."
"
I'm a pathetic desperate stupid slut!
"
"And why are you here, slut?"
"
I'm here to make you happy!"
"Now tell me who I am."
"
Mommy, you're my everything!
