A Proper Young Mans Guide To Anal Etiquette Ch 07

A Proper Young Man's Guide to Anal Etiquette

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try anything that you're about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can't stop you, I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

7. Games & Punishments

"So, I met a girl," Matt said a couple weeks later, sipping his beer at his best friend Kyle's house with Jessi. They were playing a first-person shooter on the wall-screen. The home's sensors picked up their hand and body movements and translated it to their onscreen avatars. The sensors could detect their eye movements and pan the camera around as they aimed and fired.

"And? I met two girls this morning and three more this afternoon. Dumped cum down each of their throats!" Kyle replied nonchalantly. "And I came all over Jessi's tits like half an hour ago."

"No, I mean someone who I'm actually interested in?" Matt corrected, sneaking up to an intersection.

"Oh? Really? Someone more interesting than a passing, single-use cum dumpster?" he asked, taking a shot at an enemy team member who had just run out of a doorway to their left. His avatar was a large skeletal metal robot with glowing red eyes and plasma guns for arms.

Matt's avatar - a dude that looked like he was straight out of the Outback with a rocket launcher and grenade belt - ducked behind some barrels and replied, "No, that would be your dating style. I usually keep them around for at least a few days. FUCK!" he called out as his avatar took an unseen sniper shot to the brainpan and his avatar's head exploded in spectacularly gory fashion. He clicked the button to start his 15 second respawn cooldown. His section of the screen darkened with a bloodied version of his avatar hanging from an overhead beam by his wrists.

"Looser!" Kyle taunted his friend. "So, how long have you been dating? Is her throat better than Jessi's?" he asked with a sidelong glance at the muscular brunette.

"I doubt it!" Jessi replied as her avatar - a musclebound half-human/android with gravity defying tits only held in place by a woefully inadequate belt and a pair of submachineguns - sprinted across on open courtyard with tracers whizzing past her. "How many girls have you fucked that can give better head than me?" she asked him with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"None, ma'am!" Kyle replied quickly, trying not to meet her eyes.

"So, you guys go on a date?" Jessi asked. "Are you gonna get married and start having kids this soon? You're not even 25 yet!" she added with 100% sincerity.

"It started with just coffee, but yeah. We've been on dates," Matt replied. "And don't be silly!"

"So, what better? Her pussy or her throat? SHIT!" Kyle asked, running from the enemy team, his avatar taking fire the whole way.

"I actually haven't stuck my dick in her yet," Matt replied.

"I thought you said you went on a date with her?" inquired Jessi. "She buys you a coffee, then sucks you off. If the date is going well, she buys you dinner and you fuck her pussy. If it's going really well, she takes you out to a holo, blows you at the theater and takes you home for more sex. That's how it works. Those are the rules," she continued as she took out two enemy avatars with a well-placed grenade. "Everyone knows that's how dating works!" Then added under her breath with more than a little annoyance, "No thought or anything towards our anal wellbeing. It's all, 'drain my balls... drain my balls...'"

"Nope. No sex. Just coffee," Matt confirmed, not hearing Jessi's complaint.

His avatar just respawned, and then "What the Hell, man!" as Kyle cut the power to the screen.

"The fuck? What? Why? Kick her to the curb if she ain't putting out! You could fuck four or five girls just walking home to your house!" he said.

"I kind of have to agree with dipshit on this one," Jessi added. "I mean, I know I've been busy with school and volleyball practice for the past few weeks, and we haven't had a chance to fuck in a couple of days, Matt. But that's just... weird! What kind of girl

doesn't

want a cock down her throat or buried in her vag' everyday?"

"I know," Matt replied. "She's just... Different."

Awe, fuck... You falling in love or something? Come on, man! That's something you're supposed to do in your 30's! You're 24 for fuck's sake! You should be filling as many cunts and stomachs with cum as you can before you submit to a dick-funeral and get married! Jessi, would you fuck Matt for fuck's sake and clear his head?"

Jessi just laughed. "What? Like right now? I mean, I guess," she said as she started unbuttoning her tight blouse. She was joking, of course. But only kind of.

"Classy, Kyle," Matt replied. "But I like her. And she Bensonite," he added.

"Really, dude? A religious chick! Will she even take her dress off to fuck when she gets married? I bet they just have a small hole they open in the front for you to stick it in with the lights turned out," Kyle mused as he riled his friend in disappointment. "Don't go out like that, man! Owe!" Kyle cried out as Jessi punched him hard in the shoulder.

"Really, fuck face?" she replied. "A little less bigotry and a little more religious tolerance please? And Bensonites are kind of... kinky. I've seen a few of them undress in locker rooms for mandatory physical fitness classes. They're not quite as... innocent as they would lead you to believe," she added with a soft shudder at the memory.

"Actually, Bensonites practice polygamy," Matt replied, not seeing Jessi's reaction. After several seconds of Kyle's blank stare at the word he didn't understand, he added, "Marrying multiple women...?"

Kyle just rolled his eyes. "Okay, so you'd get to marry

two

women would have a small hole in the front of their dresses that you stick you dick into with the lights out. Come on, man! My dad has been married to my mom for thirty years and he fucks all kinds of other women all the time! It's a trap, I'm telling you! Run! Run now. Run fast!"

"And that's why you can't get a steady girlfriend, loser," Jessi taunted.

"It's not like that, dude," Matt tried to explain to Kyle.

"Just wait until you meet her family..." Kyle joked.

"Well, we're not there yet. We've only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks between classes. And we're not even officially dating. I need to meet her father and ask permission to court his daughter first, or some such shit..." Matt said.

"You need to... What?" Kyle asked. "Are you hearing yourself?!? Dude!!!"

"Again, I'm with Kyle on this one, Matt," Jessi said. "That's a bit weird."

"I like her, man," Matt said matter-of-factly. "And Ingrid - that's her name - told me Bensonites are really into BDSM. So, it can't be all that bad!"

"Yes. Yes, they are!" Jessi confirmed with an eager nod of her head.

"Yeah. Sure. And they have Sasquatch over for tea every other Thursday," Kyle replied, powering the screen back up. All three of them were dead and waiting to respawn. "Don't believe everything you hear on the fake news."

All three of them began their 15 second respawn timer. Kyle's avatar was in pieces as small robots began piecing him back together. Matt's avatar was once again bloodied and hanging from a beam. Jessi's avatar was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back while her now naked tits were being caned from someone offscreen. The busty android avatar glared dangerously directly at her human player from the screen.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it's a..." Matt started.

"Fake news, dude!" Kyle interrupted. "Nobody who dresses like that gets into BDSM. Just watch a German TV show or news broadcast if you want to know what BDSM looks like. Bensonites wear ugly dresses down to their ankles. BDSM is all leather and latex and steel studs and uncovered tit and shit!"

"Well, it can be that," agreed Jessi. "But not always."

"Fake! News!" Klye said in finality as his avatar finally respawned.

Matt wanted to reply angrily, but Kyle had a point. He knew as well as anyone what BDSM entailed, for the most part. And from what he'd seen of Bensonites so far, they were the least likely BDSM people he'd ever met.

The three played quietly for several minutes until Kyle's 20-year-old sister, Allie, walked into the room.

"Kyle, have you seen my 4.25" wide medium-grit punishment dildo? Mom's pissed at me for getting a C- on my Biomolecular Chemistry test and wants to take it out of my... Shit! Sorry, I didn't know Matt and Jessi were still here!" Allie said coming to a dead stop several feet inside the room. The cute sandy blonde girl was wearing black stockings and high heels with a translucent black lacey negligee that opened in the front. She pulled it closed and tried to cover herself, but they could still see the heavy-duty nipple clamps adorning her fleshy nipples atop her perky 34E tits and the large punishment catheter secured in her urethra. A dozen or so welts were visible on the upper and lower sides of her creamy white tits from a recent cropping were also clearly visible.

"It's still in the plug washer from Wednesday night's training; next to Mom's 8.35" medium-grade torture dildo," Kyle replied, barely looking his slightly younger sister over.

Matt watched her turn and head back towards the communal family bathroom. He could still see what was probably her daily plug filling her rectum between her white butt cheeks as she left. From somewhere in the back of the house, he heard their mother Della call out, "And make sure you give your daily plug a thorough tongue cleaning before you put it in the washer like a proper young woman. If not sucking clean whatever comes out of my asshole isn't too good for your mother, it's not too good for you!" the unseen older woman added testily.

"Yes, mother!" Allie replied with a rebellious undertone that the young woman didn't even try to hide.

"I mean it! Your daily plug had better be sparkling clean before it goes in the plug washer next to mine!"

"Yes, mother..." Allie replied again as she disappeared around the corner of the hallway and into the bathroom.

Matt had always had a crush on Allie growing up. Even now, he found her really attractive! Too bad she was really only interested in other girls.

He had also had a crush on Della. The 47-year-old raven-haired MILF had a missive 36I rack and a thick ass that just begged to be abused! That fact that she was still very attractive with piercing blue eyes didn't hurt either.

"Does it ever bug you how crazy normal anal and punishment is inside the home but totally taboo outside it?" Matt pondered.

"No. How else should it be?" replied Jessi as her avatar went in for another kill.

"Just seems a little hypocritical," Matt added as he downed his beer. "Shit!" he added as his avatar died again. "Well, perfect timing, I guess. You guys need another one?" Matt asked as he made his way towards the kitchen.

"Yup. I'm getting dry," Kyle replied shaking his mostly empty can.

"Ditto!" answered Jessi.

* * *

After several more games, Matt was feeling the call of nature. "I'm going to hit the head, guys," he said getting up and heading towards the bathroom. They were between rounds and queued up for another game and he had at least another couple of minutes until the roster filled out with other players who were close to their ranking. Onscreen, their avatars were passing the downtime in appropriate ways. Matt's avatar was kicked back and enjoying a beer at a pub table with a kangaroo... who was also enjoying its own beer as well. Kyle's avatar was getting power buffed by several robotic arms. Jessi's avatar was bent over barrel getting her ass fucked by the oversized cocks of the avatars of the last team they'd lost too.

"Alright, I'll grab us more beers," Jessi said, standing up and stretching before turning the other way towards the kitchen. She made it two steps before Kyle grabbed her and pulled her down across his lap. Not letting her recover, he brought his open palm down across her denim-clad butt cheek with a loud crack. "Ouch! What was that for?" she demanded.

"For losing the last game," Kyle replied, smacking her other cheek just as hard.

"You lost too!" she complained but made no effort to move as more blows fell on her ass. Instinctively, she reached down to unbutton her pants. "And where are your spankings?!?"

"Good point!" Kyle said. "I was only going to give you six, but I'll give you my half dozen too," he added, He paused briefly to allow the young brunette to pull her jeans down to her mid-thighs before continuing to rain more blows down on Jessi's bubble butt.

"Seems... Ow! Fair... Owie!" the brunette replied as her shapely white buttocks began to turn red.

Matt passed through a short hallway and into the home's large and well-furnished bathroom. Along one wall there was an automated enema and bladder flushing machine for Allie and Della, and a commode, a bidet, and a urinal for Kyle and his father Mitch. Above the facilities, a large 100" screen filled the top half of the wall. The girls' machine looked like a cross between a commode and a gynecological chair with various strategically placed Velcro straps. A long counter with three recessed sinks and a built-in plug washer were along another. The shower area was at least 10' by 10' with multiple detachable heads and more enema equipment formed the third wall. The whole bathroom was done in a very tasteful black marble motif. All in all, it was pretty standard fare for modern home construction. Matt pulled out his semi-erect cock, did his business, flushed the urinal, and washed his hands.

As he was drying his hands, a white note attached to the front of the black plug washer caught his eye. Leaning to the side to read, it said, "Sluts are required to tongue wash all toys before putting them in the washer. Remember that the cameras are always recording. ~Dad." Matt glanced up at the ceiling. Sure enough, half a dozen high resolution security were mounted along the circumference of the bathroom. Two were pointed directly at the automated machine to be sure to capture the action from every angle. Matt briefly opened up the plug washer to see what was inside. The washer was designed like a basic dish washer, only the two racks were sized for dildos and butt plugs. Both racks were labeled. The top rack had a small plaque that read, "Slut Mommy's Dirty Anal Toys," while the bottom read, "Slut Daughter's Dirty Anal Toys". Both racks were mostly full of clean looking latex toys. Matt had to whistle silently at the licked clean 8.35" wide 24" long medium-grade torture dildo laying on its side on the top rack. The mean looking toy was covered in rough looking triangles that were designed to pull and scrape a woman's sphincter and rectal walls painfully, but not cause any real damage.

As Matt was admiring the slabs of latex that had come out of his best friend's sister and mother's assholes, the screen came to life behind him, almost scaring him out of his skin. An image of Della in the bathroom filled the view. Except for her black stockings, she was naked. Her massive 36I tits were bound tightly at their bases and her arms were pulled up in a reverse pray behind her back. Kyle's dad stood to the side and behind her, playing with her bottom. "Remember, Allie," on-screen Della said, "You need to lick all your toys clean before they go into the washer. Dad doesn't want the washer to get too dirty," she said with a glance over her shoulder. The angle of the camera was slightly behind the sexy MILF, giving Matt an amazing view of her thick ass, while still allowing him to see her pretty face in the mirror.

Evidently, opening the plug washer automatically triggered a reminder video for Allie,

Matt concluded.

This is all right with me!

"That's right, baby," Mitch confirmed, pushing his wife forward so that she was bent over the bathroom's counter with his right hand, causing the bound woman to grunt uncomfortably. "Your mother and I thought a short video would help remind you of the proper behavior that is expected of good little sluts," he continued, starting to pull something from his wife's ass with his left hand. Della groaned and shook slightly as whatever it was slowly and painfully slipped out of her backside.

"Fuck! That's big!" Della complained as the massive toy passed what had to have been the halfway mark. "Shit!" she exclaimed as the very same 8.35" wide torture dildo slipped free from her ruined sphincter at last. Her gaping rear hole looked to be raw and virtually destroyed and didn't even attempt to close. "Fuck! That's intense!" she stated unnecessarily. Her husband walked to the counter and mounted the dildo to a hardpoint on the countertop, and the latex monster started to rotate slowly. "Now, make sure you clean every nook and cranny," explained Della as she started lapping greedily at the soiled toy. "Even a well cleaned and flushed colon like Mommy's can still get a little dirty after a long punishment session," she added as she went about cleaning the dildo with her mouth as it rotated around.

"I'll just let your mother clean her toy while I get ready for the second half of her punishment session," Mitch said to the camera. To his wife, "Would you like the paddle or the whip?" he asked politely.

Della paused her task just long enough to pull back and answer, "The paddle for my ass and the crop for my tits, baby. The one with the holes in it that I say I hate, please," she clarified. "This is going back in my asshole for the second half of my punishment session after I clean it, right?" she asked, returning to her lapping.

"Of course, baby!" Mitch replied. "Just make sure you get a lot of spit on it. That'll be all the lubricant you get for the rest of the night!"

"Baby!" Della complained, looking back towards her husband as he headed towards the master bedroom. "You know I hate it when you don't use enough lubricant! I'm sore and useless for days afterwards!"

On-screen Mitch smiled evilly, replied, "I know," before disappearing out of the camera's view.

On-screen Della sighed and continued her task.

Matt watched for a minute, admiring the older woman's ruined asshole. An asshole that would soon be in an even sorrier state than it was if the video played long enough, which it likely wouldn't. Stepping back out into the hallway, he was greeted with another loud smack. Evidently, Kyle was still spanking Jessi.

"What the fuck, Kyle?! That was thirteen!" the lithe brunette complained.

"Well, Matt deserves half a dozen spanks for losing too, you know," Kyle replied, which was quickly followed by another smack.

"Ouch! Not so hard! Fuck... Fine! Just hurry up! I'm losing my buzz!"

Smack!

"Ouch!"

Matt was about to rejoin his friends in the family room he heard Allie cry out, "Fuck, Mommy! Fuck me! Fuuuuuck!!!". Turning down the hallway the other way towards the home's bedrooms, he could hear the telltale sounds of sex coming from Allie's room two doors down. Smiling to himself as he recognized the steady grunts from the younger woman and the rhythmic smack, smack, smack of skin on skin, he made his way quietly down the hallway. Peering inside, he saw about what he was expecting. Allie's ankles rested on her mother's shoulders. She still wore her heels; but the left heel was just hanging on a toe or two. Della was laying on top of her daughter folding her almost in half. Between the older raven-haired woman's large meaty white ass cheeks was the base of what had to have been a massive 7.5" or 8" wide dildo or plug. She wore white stockings, a strap around her waist for a dildo and high heels. The sides of her large 36I tits spilled out over the backs of her daughter's knees giving Matt a nice view of side boob. Della was really giving it to her daughter. She would pull herself up about 9" or 10" inches and then throw her legs out from underneath her and let gravity pull her downwards and force the 4.25" wide medium-grit punishment dildo strapped to her waist deep into Allie's young guts. The young woman was half grunting, half crying as a mind-blowing paingasm wracked her twenty-year-old body. Della was grunting herself, but more from the effort of wallowing out her daughter's asshole.