Pat's Pounding

Pat's entire world had become his boi-pussy; nothing else mattered. So much so, if he could form whole, coherent sentences, he most likely would have commented how Batman, naked for nought but his famous cowl, could have kicked the door in, wielding Superman's laser vision via his severed head to slay everyone there, and, despite such a spectacle, Pat wouldn't have given it a second glance, nay, not even a second thought.

As his mother somehow, paradoxically, gently forced the lubed-up metal butt plug into his boi-cunt, Pat's entire world

changed

. Before his mother pried open his now-burning ring, the idea of penetration had remained just that, an

idea

. Now, though, Pat was experiencing the visceral reality of having his insides rearranged. The feeling was like nothing he could describe, even if he was capable of such eloquence at that moment.

Despite the suddenness of the penetration and its unrelenting conductor, he, strangely, despite all his expectations, didn't feel any pain whatsoever. Instead, at least for the first few inches, all he felt was a strange pressure; as his mother fed her tool of domination deeper into him, despite the anatomical impossibility of such, he couldn't help but picture everything in his body making way, like the inverse of a pregnant woman giving birth.

Not only was the object wielded by his mother penetrating him physically, thereby scrambling his insides but so too was it puncturing his understanding of his body; previously, he would have sworn that his then ass, now boi-pussy, was unable to

really

feel. Sure, his brain could interpret the pressure experienced when he answered nature's calling, but never before had he been able to feel

detail

. Now, though? Now, despite his absolute confidence that the heavy implement had been perfectly smooth, he imagined he could still feel everything about it: every imperfection, bump and ridge.

Although the first few inches of the precursor to his mother's bitch breaking womanhood had been intense, there had been little identifiable sensation other than the previously mentioned pressure. Suffice to say, that soon changed. With enough in him to not have to worry about it slipping out, Julia explored Pat's quivering walls as she steadily pushed deeper, searching to find that secret spot in her sissy's body that only a mother knew about. With her experience moulding sons into sissies, it wasn't long before she found it.

'WHOA!' Pat shouted, straining against his restraints, as his mother touched some new spot inside him, lighting up his mind with pleasure. 'W-what is that? Why does that feel so good?' he moaned, his mind so lost to the bliss he missed his mother repositioning herself, leaving her standing next to him, one hand firmly clutching a handful of his hair, the other feeding his hungry hole, with her titanic cock supporting the weight of his measly hanging sissyhood.

Seeing that she had successfully located his p-spot, Julie gave it a good few prods, feeling his watery cummies spurt out his yet uncaged clitty onto her cock.

That

, she mused.

Was pathetic, but hopefully, it should make for an easier breaching.

While his mother briefly lost herself to thoughts of lube, Pat's world was rocked; each press by his mother on that strange, new spot inside of him left him gasping as white hot trails of pleasure shot from his spasming boi-pussy up his spine, leaving his mind blank, his eyes twitching and periodically straining against his confines.

Her brief mental sojourn over, Julie resumed her tool-assisted anal assault on her son; she couldn't help letting out a laugh as she saw the comical expressions adorning his son's face; it wasn't unlike the posters of animated foreign girls she had seen decorating her son's bedroom walls. Her loud expression of amusement didn't go unnoticed as those other mothers in their immediate vicinity, despite their lustful ministrations, looked over to find the origin of the sound so different from the cacophony of whimpering moans dominating the space. As soon as those mothers who had heard spotted Pat's screwed-up face, they, too, joined in with Julie's tickling laughter.

'Well,' said their nameless neighbour. 'That's a face I haven't seen before. He must be the biggest anal slut ever if he's so mind fucked already and you've barely even started. You'll be some pair: the bitch with the biggest dick and the bitch with the biggest hunger for dick.' So saying, she and their other observers returned to finish plugging their sissies if they had not already done so.

During all this, Pat wasn't aware of anything; he was still drifting on clouds of pleasurable nirvana. However, his holiday to heaven was soon interrupted when he felt the dull thunk of his mother's hand as she hilted the butt plug in his boi-cunt.

'Is it all in?' he gasped, disbelieving that such a large object, regardless of how puny compared to his mother it may be, was able to fit inside him. Belatedly he realised that he had not stopped pushing backwards, restrained as he was, onto his mother's weapon of feminisation for the entire duration of the butt plugs journey into his boi-cunt.

As Julie completed the violation of his fleshy rear, she was not silent. Deciding in the small amount of time available to indulge her fetish for dirty talk once more as the slower mothers had yet to finish, she mercilessly teased her blossoming sissy.

'Is what all in?' she joked. All the while, she thrust the last half inch of the long oblong butt plug in and out of her sissy's swollen opening, making sure to rub Pat's girly spot inside as much as possible. 'Are you talking about that

teeny

,

tiny

butt plug?' For each adjective for the diminutive, she was sure to roll her hips smacking that between his legs which was dwarfed by the butt plug that currently had taken respite in his virgin boi-pussy with her massive slab of cockmeat.

'I'm surprised you could feel anything that small. I know I sure wouldn't. Then again, I don't have much experience being penetrated. Believe it or not, you, my sweet, have more experience with that than me already. I've always been the penetrator and I always will be, especially since, even if I was that way inclined, you don't have much to penetrate me with.'

Once more, Pat couldn't help but savour that bizarre cocktail of shameful arousal; at no point previous in his life before this entire eye, or more appropriately, ass-opening experience, would he have ever thought that he would become powerfully aroused at being humiliated and ridiculed for the size, or lack thereof, of his clitty. The very idea that he would always be the one to be penetrated during their sexual congress, a dynamic so taboo and unorthodox, nearly had him fainting from lust.

'I see someone's got a humiliation kink,' his mother commented, dragging his mind back to the moment. Confused at how his mother could divine his thoughts so accurately, he did his best to turn his bound head towards her.

'How did y-.' Before he finished his question, she displayed her apparent mind-reading prowess yet again.

'How did I know? Well, I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but every time I remind you how pathetic your little clitty is, you almost faint with lust. But,' she purred, slowly trailing a sharp nail down his spine, causing him to shake and shiver. 'That just makes you even more perfect for me because I love reminding you of the new order of things: you beneath me and me above you in every sense.'

As seemed to be par for the course, they were again pulled from their little world by the voice of one of their ever-present observers. 'Sisters,' the priestess from the hovering throne overhead spoke loudly. 'You all have completed the first step of the Trinity of the Taking. With blessings from the Goddess and this clan, proceed with the second.' At that, the mothers once again removed an object from each of their nearby tables before turning their attention to their sons' dangling clitties.

'What is that?!' Pat gasped, panic and confusion evident in both his voice and face. For Pat, the strange object held in his mother's hands was one of mysterious purpose, its function not immediately evident to his passion and potion-addled mind.

'This,' his mother answered, her voice dripping with glee, much as his tiny but, nevertheless, turgid clitty was leaking between his thick, pillowy thighs. 'Is to guarantee you're a good, obedient sissy by making sure that you clitty doesn't take any of your attention when you're being stuffed multiple times a day by my lady.' Before Pat could question her further on how said device would accomplish such, she showed him.

With quick and efficient movements, she attempted to insert his dribbling clitty into the device. However, immediately it became apparent to them both that his dicklet, despite its prodigiously diminutive size, would be unable to fit within while it was still tumescent. Upon making this discovery, his mother took swift and, unfortunately for Pat, painful action.

'Hmmm,' she hummed consideringly. 'I wonder how we'll fix this without making you cum...?' Pat knew there would be no 'we' in this solution; his mother only used it to emphasise his pliant, passive role in their blossoming relationship.

'I know,' she gasped with girlish faux inspiration. 'I've got just the fix.'

Realising what she intended, Pat blanched. 'Not the balls! Please not the balls!' he desperately begged.

However, once more, his tiny testicles suffered at his mother's harsh hand as his pleas fell on deaf ears. 'This.' SMACK! 'Is.' SMACK! 'For.' SMACK! 'Your.' SMACK! 'Own.' SMACK! 'Good!' SMACK!

By the time she was done, he was a whimpering mess, but more importantly, he was a flaccid whimpering mess. 'Good sissy,' she congratulated, using the same hand that had just been the cause of so much pain to rub slow, calming circles on the bare flesh of his back. 'That's a good sissy, the worst's over, mommy promises.'

Unbeknownst to poor Pat, his mother had her fingers crossed.

Having calmed him down in more than one sense of the word, his mother again attempted to secure the device around his clitty; this time, she was considerably more successful. 'Yay,' she cheered, voice joyous. 'FINALLY! I've got you caged! I can't even

begin

to describe how long I've been waiting to see your little clitty sealed away!'

'When will you take it off?' Pat demanded, already feeling the discomfort as the pain in his balls retreated, and his clitty attempted to return to its former pathetic glory once more at the urging of his mother's slowly massaging fingers.

'Take it off?' Julie parroted, voice heavy with scorn and derision. 'I'll only consider taking it off once you either learn how to cum from me destroying your boi-pussy. OR! if you beg me to keep it on like a good sissy should!'

'What?' Pat squawked, disbelief loud and clear, much of his lust forgotten as the harsh mental reality of the cage constricts his growing clitty. 'I can't wear this all the time! I won't!'

'Yes, you will, my little sissy,' his mother promised. 'Especially, if you don't want a harsh reminder of what happens if you're bad.'

'But what happens if I need to take it off?' Pat quizzed, desperately trying to pull his scattered mind together to come up with some excuse, no matter how flimsy, to get the cage off his throbbing clit.

'You won't,' his mother reassured, her mercurial mood swings again on display. 'And to make sure it will not somehow

slip

off, I'll be doing this!' Upon finishing her sentence, she pulled a little key on a golden chain from seemingly nowhere, locking a small padlock, hitherto unnoticed by Pat, at the base of the device. Before Pat could muster any form of pushback, Julie had secured the chain around her neck, the key lying nestled between her perfect, pale tits. 'Now we've both got some shiny jewellery, don't we?' she asked with a sly smile.

'I, no, but...,' before Pat could continue his incoherent ramblings, Julie quickly manoeuvred around him until she was standing facing him, his head just above her navel.

'Shh,' she whispered, with a wicked cheshire grin, as she placed her mammoth cock on his lips, mimicking the placing of the

far

smaller appendage of a finger upon the lips. It escaped neither of them that the cock used to silence Pat was considerably longer than his entire head. 'It'll be staying on, my sweet. Mark my words,' Julie promised, voice like the steel wrapped around his straining clit. 'Anyway,' she continued, 'that isn't the last decoration you'll be receiving from me today. I hope that you'll like this next one more than this.'

So saying, Julie lightly grazed his constrained, dribbling dicklet with her foot before turning her gaze back towards the centre of the room. 'After all,' she said, voice low and dark with possessiveness, her foot still pressed between his legs. 'This no longer belongs to you. That puny little thing you once thought of as a penis is mine now. My clitty. I've always wanted one, my love, especially when I was a little girl and found out that was what normal girls had, but now I've got the best of both worlds. A big fat cock and a tiny, girly clitty. Mine, to do with as I please.'

'Sisters, the ultimate step of the Trinity of the Taking approaches,' intoned the buxom-throned figure. The only difference this time was when she spoke, she was not alone, as the other priestesses stationed around the cavernous room joined in with a strange combination of solemnity and glee. 'With blessings from the Goddess and this clan, proceed now with the last.'

At that, Pat's mother lifted the final object from the table. Upon closer inspection (when Pat was distracted by a bountiful visual feast of big bouncing girl cock), it was clearly a collar of thin white leather with a small silver bell attached, cushioned on the inside with some plush fabric.

'Last but not least,' Pat heard Julie murmur softly from his side as she slowly twirled the collar with an almost absentminded nostalgia. Despite the plain sentimentality of the moment for his mother, Pat didn't have to wait long before she was again focused upon him with predatory anticipation. 'You'll enjoy this next part, of that, I have no doubt,' she stated with concrete surety.

As had been the case for the entirety of the proceedings, Pat could do nought but lie there, trussed upon like a Christmas pig, as his mommy mistress secured her final symbol of ownership around his neck. And what a potent symbol it was. Although the cage was humiliating, he could only really feel it when he was aroused (which, admittedly, had been a near-constant problem since this whole thing had started, barring a few moments of pain or fright).

In contrast, Pat felt the collar and thus thought of his mother, her mammoth mommy meat and her ownership of him every time he took a breath. He. Fucking. Loved. It. If it wasn't already plain in his quickened breath, rosy cheeks and dilated pupils, then the quickly growing puddle of his thin, watery cum as it dribbled out of his tightly trapped clitty onto the floor was ample evidence of his enjoyment. A less obvious sign of his excitement, one wasted on the unfeeling but plug, was his ass as it griped and massaged the now less unfamiliar intruder.

Giving his caged sissyhood a rough shake, getting thin streams of cum nearly everywhere, his mother gave a fond chuckle. 'I knew you would love this. A mother always knows... I can't tell you just how glad I am that you're taking to this so well. So much better than you're brother, or even your father. You've made me so proud, Pat. And don't you worry, you'll be well rewarded. I'll give you such a pounding, you'll never forget.'

My brother? Alex? She fucked Alex?

Before Pat could concentrate on that jealousy-inducing train of thought, his focus was interrupted by the floating throne descending from its previous position until it touched the floor, remaining stationary. As its occupant finally stood, Pat's suspicions of her womanhood being less in both length and girth than his mother's was confirmed; she was no less beautiful, however, even if she couldn't compare to his mother's truly one-of-a-kind hole-ruiner.

'Congratulations, sissies,' the formerly seated priestess said with pride as she walked between the incestuous pairs as she headed towards a door that had not been there a moment before. 'This eve, you have all taken the first step of many to becoming the sissies your mothers know you can be. Mothers, you may adjourn for a short while, during which we will prepare the altar. Now, a warning for the more, shall we say eager amongst you: during this brief reprieve, you are not to penetrate your sissy nor allow him to cum. If you do, the consequences shall be severe. I will not do you the disservice of asking if you understand such plain wording.'

Only once she had completed her speech, such being in perfectly in sync with her arriving at the mysterious door, did she turn around, pausing briefly to deliver one last parting statement:

'Bedicked Woman above all,

Standing proud, standing tall,

Caged male, at our feet,

Pliant and begging for our glorious meat.'

At that, she left, leaving a silence as loud as it was brief: almost immediately, conversation broke out.

'What happens now?' Pat asked, almost afraid of the answer after everything that had happened since he had left the warm embrace of the bath.

'Now?' Julie repeated, grinning as she grabbed her girlcock by the base and slapped it into the palm of her other hand, like a caricature of an old-fashioned English booby-on-the-beat. 'Now we can really get started...!'