Sissy slut. Mindless faggot. Tiny loser. Need to cum? Can't hold it in? You're not allowed to cum.
A cacophony of slurs and degradation filled Tails' slumbering mind. Even when unconscious, his body felt uncomfortable and unbearably warm. When his bleak head sparked to life, he first noticed the sour taste in his mouth, like old milk, as well as sticky goop on his dry tongue.
Next, he was blind. He wore a blindfold, he was sure. As well as a pair of headphones, which constantly played slave hypnosis.
Lastly, his position. Tails was currently lying in bed. His arms were tied behind his back, while his legs were spread over his head and bound, so he couldn't lower them. If one were to walk in, they would see him spread open and revealing everything; ass, taint, and little cock and balls. His clitty was uncaged, and a bullet vibrator shook inside his anus.
Heart racing and afraid, he boldly squeaked out a cry for help. Of course, due to the volume of his headphones, he wouldn't even know if there was already someone watching over him. But begged he did, until eventually, a pair of hands removed his blindfold.
Tails was back in his bedroom, and the person who gave him back his sight was none other than Rouge, dressed in a silk bathrobe a few sizes too small for her. Her breasts and thighs spilled out of any opening they could find. Tan, smooth, and perfect; glistening and warm from, by the looks of it, an earlier shower.
Rouge laughed and said something, but Tails couldn't hear her. She sat beside him on the bed and started stroking his two inch cock with only her thumb and index finger. The touch alone sent static to his brain and urged him to orgasm.
As if aware of his predicament, the sadist on the other head of his headphones said: Need to cum? Can't hold it in? You're not allowed to cum.
Expertly, Rouge brought him to the brink, edging him to tears right after he just woke up, and leaving him to dry at the last second. When all it would take was a gentle blow of wind for him to reach nirvana.
Tails arched his back and thrust his hips out, but it was to no avail. The climax died, only a bead of clear pre cum was left as proof of his failed orgasm. Rouge poked the drop and brought it to her lips. She giggled and took off his headphones.
"Had a nice nap, honey?" Rouge asked, and then she started to play around with the bullet vibrator. Thrusting and swirling the toy around the walls of his rectum.
Tails face twist with despair and pleasure. Gritting his teeth and rolling back his eyes. He could feel the orgasm at the back of his clitty, but it wasn't nearly enough.
"What a nice expression you have there," Rouge said. "You know, it's one in the afternoon. You've been in this position for, oh, I don't know, seven hours now? I'm sure you're all rested now, ready to play the next game?"
"Rou . . . M-Mistress, please, stop," Tails begged. "I can't take this anymore."
"But of course you can, Tails. You need to believe in yourself more."
Tails shook his head. "I can't . . . I . . . I won't tell anybody . . . about what you did . . . just . . . please, let me go."
"Oh, it's so cute when a sissy tries to act tough," Rouge said mockingly. "But I have so many pictures and videos of you, you wouldn't want anybody you knew seeing those, right?"
Tails teared up. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why? Because you want me to, Tails. Because you're a hopeless, masochistic, pervert." Rouge crawled over Tails, her thighs on his waist. His pathetic little erection a foot away beneath her flower. "And you deserve it, my sweet little fox. A boy with such a small penis, who could never please a woman, doesn't deserve freedom. You know that."
Rouge started to disrobe, pulling at the belt around her waist. "You deserve . . ." Her robe fell, revealing her wonderful body, "to be . . ." Tails scanned her entire body. Her large, perfect breasts. Her faint, slightly muscular abs. And lastly . . . the weird flesh bump between her legs, "dicked down, like the little slut you are."
Rouge grabbed the flesh bump between her legs and pulled. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. Her nipples hardened. Her thighs shivered. Some kind of liquid spilled over Tails' tiny prick. Something big smacked against his balls—sending a shock to his brain—and slithered up his waist, his stomach, before lifting off into the air.
Tails couldn't believe his eyes. Erected from Rouge's crotch was a penis. Half mast, it was easily a foot long. As thick as his thin, girly wrists, with veins that angrily pumped blood throughout the member. It glistened in rectal juice and made banshee-like squelching noises as Rouge rubbed it up and down.
This was Tails' first, real experience with a cock that big.
"Like it?" Rouge asked, still panting. "It's so much more impressive than your tiny prick, right?"
Tails was too embarrassed to answer. All he could do was look away, but continued to steal glances. Rouge noticed and smirked.
"Even when limp, it's so long that I have to keep it inside my ass. Here, give it a smell."
Rouge forced the tip of her cock against Tails' nostrils. It stank like good cheese, and as much as he tried to fight and turn his head this and that way, just a single whiff made him intoxicated. In a matter of seconds, he was obediently sniffing her superior member. But when he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to give her penis a lick, she pulled it away from him.
"Uh, uh, uh," she shamed him. "Remember, my little sissy, a big cock is a privilege, not a right. You'll have to earn it."
Tails felt ashamed of himself. He just wasn't quite sure whether it was because he was about to lick her cock, or because he didn't know his place.
"That's what I want to say, but after watching over you for the past couple of hours, I've become incredibly horny." Rouge moved back, pulled out the vibrator in Tails' ass, causing him to squeak, and aimed her cock. "I just want to fuck you silly."
In Tails' mind, logic had left the room. All that was left was a slushy puddle of desire. All he wanted was a long, hard cock to wreak havoc on his insides. With his bound hands, he maneuvered them to his ass cheeks and tried to spread them to the best of his ability.
"Please, Mistress," Tails started. "I need it badly. That toy wasn't enough. I know I'm not worthy, but please. Let me take care of your . . . your big, beautiful cock. It's so much better than my tiny clit, it doesn't even compare."
Rouge rubbed herself as Tails degraded himself. Her cock grew larger and harder, but it wasn't quite there yet.
"I'll throw away all my dildos. I'll stay caged up forever. I don't deserve to cum, but you do. Everyday and all the time. I just want to help. I need to help. It's my only purpose in life, to be Mistress' orgasm tool. I'll make sure that you're never backed up or horny."
Rouge was almost there. Tails just needed one final push.
"I . . . I'm just a worthless cum rag, Mistress. A sex toy from a bitch species that don't deserve to live unless we're being used by superior dick. I'll worship your penis day and night. I'll live off your cum. I'll be your cock sleeve even when you sleep. You never need to ask. All you have to do is stick it inside me. I'm your obedient slave. I'll do whatever you want. Please, FUCK ME!"
Thrust. In one fell swoop, sixteen inches of hard, hot cock forced their way inside Tails' rectum. The tip of her penis could be seen bulging out of his stomach. It was all it took for Tails to reach orgasm, but being the obedient sex toy that he was, he shouted,
"Cumming!"
Rouge, coming out of the stupor of using her new hole for the first time, immediately grabbed and twisted Tail's cock and balls. The pain stopped his orgasm, and all the subby, fox boy could say was, "Thank you."
Relentless and without mercy, Rouge dominated the fox boy, and he thanked her for every thrust. Each one was a blessing and more than he deserved. A disposable cock sleeve like him was just happy to be used. A perfect being like his Mistress could've had anybody she wanted, and he was fortunate enough that she chose him.
He would do anything for her. Even when she got bored of him and never used him for sexual relief, he would willingly be her slave. Wait on her every need. Help her train her future sex slaves. Lick her body clean. Even be her punching bag if she ever got angry.
Tails was nothing to her, but Rouge was everything to him. He couldn't ask for a better relationship.
She used him for Gods knows how long, but Tails was grateful for every second she spent inside of him. Not once did she let him cum. He would warn her every time he got remotely close to spewing his worthless seed, and she would immediately put him in his place without missing a thrust. Rouge was talented like that.
"Remember this, bitch," his Mistress grunted. "Remember the day you threw your masculinity away, not that you had any to begin with. Remember that your life is worthless and that you only have value when I, or any other large cock, use you. But more importantly, remember this dick, you fucking slut!"
Rouge shoved as much of her meat as possible into Tail's stomach and held position. The pressure caused Tails to lose his mind. With his eyes rolled so far back, all he could see inside his head was a future as a happy sex toy.
"This dick turned you into a proper bitch. I want you to remember it well. Its length. Its girth. Each veiny bump. That even if you go deaf, dumb, and blind, you'll still remember who owns you with a single thrust!"
"Yes, Mistress!" Tails shouted, and Rouge pulled back and got back to fucking his fox hole. "Thank you, Mistress!"
Even while entranced, Tails did as he was commanded. He memorized how far her reach was. How much she stretched his hole out. He could feel every definition of her cock. From the veins that coiled around her flesh pole, to the bulbous tip that scraped his insides.
He was glad that even a brainless slut like him could follow such an important task. Which was why he noticed that his Mistress' warm, amazing, and perfect cock suddenly changed. It got bigger. Her pace quickened. Even though it was Tails' first time, he knew right then and there that she was about to grace him with her seed.
Without warning, Rouge came inside of him. Flooding his stomach and intestines with thick cum. Even if Tails was allowed to masturbate and cum every day for a whole year, he could never hope to produce the amount Rouge made in a single sitting. This only confirmed his earlier claim, that someone like him shouldn't be allowed to cum.
But cum he did. The feeling of her warm, raw cock. The sensation of superior lifeforms swimming in his expanded stomach. The very thought of being used again. All these combined caused Tails to have the greatest orgasm of his life. For the first time in a long time, he came white cum. It was thin and, even after being constantly edged, it didn't amount to much.
A perfect analogy to his life, if anything.
"I'm sorry . . . Mistress," Tails said between pants. "I . . . didn't warn you . . . and came . . . without your permission. I'm sorry. Please punish me."