Pat's entire world had become his ass; he was oblivious to all his discomforts, such irritations not meriting even as background noise. He didn't feel the dull ache of stretched tendons from his uncomfortable position. He didn't feel the building pressure behind his eyes from his head hanging upside down. He didn't feel the discomfort in his splayed hands, as muscles, unused to exercise, shook from strain. No, all he could concentrate on was his mother's thumb, feeling impossibly thick, slowly, inexorably pushing its way inside him.
Although having only just started, it was the strangest feeling he had ever experienced in his life to date; he was discovering sensations in a part of his body that, until now, had remained chaste. Despite his difficulty concentrating, Pat, in a moment of clarity, understood that his mother's assault on his anus wasn't just physical but mental. Now, thanks to the somehow simultaneously soft but rough pad of his mother's thumb rubbing his insides, he was aware of his walls. Such awareness prompted a small but significant erosion of his masculinity, for, in all his erotica readings, only women understood what it was to experience penetration. Unbeknownst to Pat, this realisation, brought on by his mother's thumb, it being the vehicle for physical and mental change, was his first step towards accepting sissydom.
Regardless of the momentousness of this experience for Pat, it was not long before he felt the base of his mother's thumb push into his burning ring. Here, she paused, thumb motionless inside of him. Feeling her still, Pat couldn't stop the warm feeling of love exploding in his chest at her thoughtfulness for him, even if he had wanted to. However, unknown to Pat, his mother's reason for stopping was not out of consideration for him but instead her taking the opportunity to pre-emptively gloat.
'Watch this,' she silently mouthed to their onlookers while ensuring she had Daniel's mother's attention.
Until now, Pat had only experienced discomfort as his mother carved out a space inside him. That soon changed. He was expecting his mother, as all the other mothers had, to spend time searching for whatever mysterious secret lay inside of him. What actually happened was
very
different. From one moment to the next, Pat's entire world changed. They both moved at once: Julie pushing on Pat's p-spot and Pat falling forward onto his knees, ass up in the air with his face on the floor.
For Pat, the pleasure was nearly indescribable; it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Although he had on a few occasions in the past experimented with masturbation after constantly hearing from his friends how good it was, the pleasure such brought him paled in insignificance next to this; before he would rub his penis and quickly orgasm, any enjoyment swift, fleeting and felt only in his small member. Now, though? Now, he could feel waves of bliss spreading out from his ass, leaving his whole body, as bizarre as the comparison was, feeling like warm butter.
Unbeknownst to him, his pleasure wasn't just visible in his boneless fall forward, the tight curling of his toes, or even the fluttering of his eyes. It was visible in the long, thin string of cum that dripped from his tiny, rock-hard penis. Upon seeing such a potent reaction from Pat from just a thumb in his ass, the spectating mothers went wild, easily eclipsing the passion of their former celebration at seeing Pat's tight boi-pussy.
'Fuck! FUCK! Now, that's an ass just made for breeding!'
'You LUCKY bitch! What did you do to deserve a sissy like him?'
'I almost feel sorry for him. With a p-spot like that, his mind'll soon be mush. Lucky sissy.'
During the obscene observations from their jealous onlookers, Pat's mother wasted no time before kicking things up a gear. All without removing her thumb from his boi-cunt, she quickly manhandled Pat, pulling his penis and testicles between his legs and then shutting them closed, leaving him in the same position as before but now with his clitty and tiny marbles at her mercy. Once she had him positioned as she liked, Pat's mother really set to work; Julie pressed her thumb with firm frequency on his p-spot while she wrapped her other thumb and forefinger around the base of his balls, pulling down until they bulged in her grip.
By this point, Pat could have been renamed Faucet, and such would have been accurate; his little dicklet was constantly dripping thin streams of semen onto the floor. It wasn't long before the pleasure that had been slowly building throughout his entire ass started to reach a peak.
'S-something's h-h-happening,' he squeaked red-faced.
Despite being reasonably familiar with experiencing an orgasm, none had ever felt like this; not only was his ass radiating pleasure to his entire body, he felt a massive build-up of something between his clitty and boi-cunt.
'Don't let him cum!' barked the priestess. 'Not before the ceremony!' At the priestess's interjection, Pat's mother turned to her while pulling her thumb from her son's ass.
'What do you think I am? An amateur?! This sissy might be my first son-sheath, but he isn't my first slave. I know what I'm doing!' As she said this, she ignored her son's pleading whines and gyrating ass, using the hand that had brought him so much pleasure to inflict pain. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Showing no mercy, she destroyed his desire to cum by slapping, with light force, his still pinched ball sack.
