Hi everyone! This is my first ever attempt at writing a story! I haven't done any creative writing since high school, but I just couldn't find the exact fantasy I wanted depicted, so I tried to write one myself! Any and all comments are appreciated, as well as any notes or ideas anyone has for future stories. Enjoy!
The morning pours in as I toss off the covers and reach for my coffee. A glance at the alarm clock tells me it's already 10am. Normally I'd already be up by now, but Sunday mornings deserve a slowness and appreciation that we don't get most other days. Sundays are when we get to indulge in the little rituals we hold dear. I listen to the birds chirp, I drink in the feeling of the sun on my naked body, and I take a deep sip of my coffee. It's especially delicious today, and I feel the need to compliment its maker. My gaze turns downward, and my eyes meet his.
"Good morning little boy, you've made Mommy so happy. Thank you for the coffee"
Beautiful blue eyes narrow into a smile as he looks back at me, plump lips releasing their gentle grip on my soft cock. "Thank you mommy, it was nothing"
I run my hands through his blonde hair as his lucious lips once again envelop the tip of my cock, sucking ever so gently; his waiting position. His soft hand holds his phone against my thigh as he scrolls away, sucking idly, waiting patiently for our ritual to begin.
I'm so lucky. Not many slave femboys appreciate rituals as much as Xavier. Most can do what they're told well enough, and may even do it very well, but it takes a special kind of boy to understand the importance of repeated service in the pursuit of ultimate submission. My love for him washes over me as I wake, taking in his form as he lays on his belly, legs kicking absentmindedly.
His narrow shoulders and thin torso fit so well between my outstretched legs. I gently squeeze my thick thighs together to feel his slender shoulders and midsection between them. His lungs gently expand and contract, my eyes drinking in his feminine upper body with my eyes before refocusing my admiration to his most prominent and sought after feature.
Like a gift from the femboy gods his hips jut out wide to form the most perfect ass; plump, pillowy, round, and simply begging to be eaten, his butt is a frequent source of envy and attention wherever we go. If his upper body could be compared to a teenage girl's, his ass could best be compared to a pixar mom's, the contrast both absurd and intoxicating. His cheeks practically clap when he walks, and most men's cocks aren't long enough to reach his beautiful asshole through them. It's a shame, really, because only him and I usually get to see what it's truly capable of. He wears an XL plug daily as a matter of maintenance, but a rigorous anal stretching regimen keeps his hole malleable enough for anything I desire. I make a note to reward his beautiful ass later for the service he's preparing so dutifully to undertake for me.
Speaking of said duty, my good little femboy is clearly starting to get impatient with all my gazing. He would never dream of asking me to hurry, but his tongue has started to prod into my foreskin, and little moans have started to bring me out of my dreamy admiration of his perfect body. He's no longer staring at his phone, but at my eyes as if he wants to say something.
"Do you have something you want to ask me baby?" I say with all the love and authority a futa mommy commands. I take a deep breath, his beautiful scent mixing with mine. He pops his lips off my cock.
"Please let me serve you mommy. Please relieve yourself with my body"
I sigh in pleasure and anticipation. My body is definitely past due for relief, and I have the most beautiful femboy slave begging to offer me exactly what I need. I know how impatient he is, and I suddenly realise how badly I need him, but a ritual is a ritual and it requires preparation.
"One thing at a time" I tell him.
He whimpers in protest, but I know he "secretly" loves every step of our process. The first order of business is to cover my good boy's cock with a bright pink condom. It's not strictly necessary, but we decided early on in our relationship that the absurd amount of precum Xavier produces could best be used for a later part of our ritual, not to mention it also saves us a fortune on bedsheets. Besides that, my good little femboy can enjoy serving me so much more if he knows he isn't causing himself a chore later on. I pull one out of his bowl on our bedside table, along with some towels, and hand them to him. He sits up into a submissive kneeling position, legs spread wide, and looks me in the eyes as he tears open the package. His expression betrays his eagerness, but he knows the importance of taking our time.
Just like his perfectly plump ass, my good boy's cock is a sight to behold. Just over a foot in length, his beautiful member pulses gently against his belly, sweet precum already dripping out of his distended piss slit and oozing down his smooth length. His knees are spread wide to accommodate his almost more impressive testicles, sinking heavily into the mattress. They're roughly the size of softballs today, round, full, and heavy with seed. As big as they are, they can grow far, far larger. After a week or so without cumming they grow to roughly the size of basketballs, the sheer pressure at that point causing his cock to enter a sort of involuntary orgasmic state, leaking and spewing cum until I allow him a proper orgasm. The skin of his sack is taught and hairless, and his swollen balls churn visibly as they produce untold amounts of thick, white, delicious, gooey cum for us. Xavier's cum tastes as sweet and savoury as saltwater taffy, and I delight in it several times a day. His admittedly intimidating package is slightly darker than the rest of his pale complexion, but somehow it manages to maintain an aura of innocent beauty. Maybe it's due to the smoothness of his skin, his lack of pubic hair, or the pillowy thighs his balls rest between. The stream of precum has made its way down to his fat globes now, just begging to be licked up. I stare adoringly at his hands as they stretch the condom over his length, listening to him whimper slightly as the pleasurably firm pressure of the latex slides past his overly sensitive leaking cock. He lets go of the elastic at its base with a snap, causing his beautifully swollen cockhead to pulse lewdly and spew a rope of thick, juicy, syupy, hot precum. His first spurt sets the stage for the flood we both know his cock needs to release.
With the condom now fully stretched over his twitching cock, my good boy drops to his elbows while keeping his legs, and delicious ass, in their kneeling position. I can see my good boy's round cheeks high in the air thanks to the mirror at the end of our bed, lazily shifting his weight from left to right. His big swollen balls squished behind his thick thighs sway in turn, churning and tightening intermittently.
With the condom tightly gripping my good boy's cock, it's time for the second part of our ritual. I shimmy my legs around Xavier's body, and shift myself to sit up on the side of the bed. My feet touch the ground, and I take a moment to stretch my neck and run my hands over my tits. They sit comfortably in my lap, owing more to their massive size than any serious sagging, and I give them a gentle squeeze. Small droplets of milk form at my puffy pink nipples and I savour the achingly full feelings of being engorged, my bladder being full, and my balls heavy with cum. I can feel Xavier's eyes ogling me, anticipating his role in the ritual task of relieving me of all my sexual fluids.
I stand and take a moment to find my balance. Between my cum-filled balls, aching bladder, and engorged tits, the sheer weight of liquid inside me can necessitate a moment of self awareness, not to mention the pendulous effect my fat, melon-sized testicles can have on my equilibrium. As I walk to our toy chest my tits start to leak in turn with my steps, and my cock slapping between my thighs leaves stands of precum all over my legs. My puffy pussy does nothing to help the situation, soaking the underside of my balls in sweet sticky nectar as my fat lips slide against each other. When I bend over to open the chest, my tits hang down like udders from my torso, forcing my arms wide to accommodate their voluptuous size. I open the chest and peer inside, my cock pumping more and more precum onto the floor as I make my selection. As much as I'd like to take my time, the puddle of milky precum forming around my feet forces me to choose more quickly.
I grab Xavier's favourite toy: a two foot long horsecock dildo, thick as a 2-litre coke bottle, complete with a knotted base several inches wider. It's hefty but manageable in my arms, and I quickly make my way to the foot of the bed with it. I toss it down next to my good boy, his ass still prominently displayed and his eyes looking back at me. He quivers in excitement, and his asshole involuntarily pushes and pulls at his buttplug as he anticipates the bigger toy.
I take one of his big balls into my hand, feeling the hefty weight and the warmth of his scrotum.