Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales

by Raminar Dixon

  “That’s good, Carlie. You’re making me feel nice.” I gently squeezed his balls as I continued. “Now I want to you to be a good girl and put it into your mouth.”

  “Yes, Master,” I replied, giving him one last lick. Then, I opened my mouth and engulfed his member.

  “Oh…that’s a good, good girl. Do you like my cock in your mouth?”

  I nodded and looked up at him. Daniel’s manhood was so big and thick. It stretched out my mouth and I had a hard time taking my lips much farther than half-way down it. The tingle I had experienced before near my entrance evolved as I pleasured him. Soon, it was a tender ache that begged to be satisfied.

  “I know you can do better than that,” Daniel chided. “Let me help you.”

  I felt pressure on the back of my head guide me forward. Daniel’s cock thrust in and my hands went to the flat surface of his abdomen in an effort to slow myself. I gagged violently a few times, but that didn’t stop him from guiding me until my nose was firmly embedded in the flesh between his cock and his belly button.

  “Mmm…much better, Carlie. You’re learning so fast how to properly please me.”

  Involuntary tears ran down my cheeks, smearing the makeup I’d worked so hard to make perfect. Each time he plunged his cock back into my throat, I had to fight the overwhelming reflex to cough and sputter.

  “You’re dead…” I thought in a moment of respite when the programming relaxed. Whatever it was that still made me Carter Richards was slowly fading away. “…just give me a few seconds…to break out of this…”

  Daniel smiled down at me and brushed an errant strand of red hair out of my face. “How would you like to be a real girl, Carlie? Would you like if I did that for you?”

  I tried again to rebel, and forced myself into shouting a weak, “No!” but my voice was muffled and rendered unintelligible by the saliva-soaked cock that had been shoved inside it. Whatever it was that bound my thoughts and the old personality that was me to this consciousness was fast unraveling. The programming clicked again and I felt it take me over.

  “What was that, my dear?” Daniel asked, and removed his cock from my mouth.

  I wiped the spit from my chin. “I said yes, Master. Please make me into a real girl.”

  “Very well. Stay on your knees.” I watched as Daniel pulled a blister pack of some kind from his shirt pocket. It was a silvery gray and had dozens of little plastic bubbles, each one containing a round, pink pill. “It’s really very easy, Carlie. You only have to follow three simple steps every day.”

  I wriggled my ass in expectation. The new me couldn’t wait to be turned into a real girl! I wondered how different it would be than how amazing I already felt.

  He pushed against the blister pack with his thumb and dislodged one of the pills. “Now for the first step. Open wide,” he ordered, and placed it in the middle of my waiting tongue.

  “Swallow.” I did, and felt the small thing race down my throat. The hard shell on the outside had a sweet, candy taste.

  “Yummy, Master. What did you give me?”

  “It’s a hormone pill, Carlie. Do you know what that is?”

  Confused, I gave a little frown and shook my head. The inner me knew exactly what it was, but the programming must have made Carlie not only a horny girl, but a dumb bimbo as well.

  “Why, it’s special medicine! The more you take of it, the more you turn into a girl!”

  “Ooh. Can I have some more of it now, please?” I clasped my hands together and shuffled forward, pleading with him.

  Daniel laughed and brushed the side of my face again. “Only one a day, Carlie, but don’t worry. Soon, you’ll have nice breasts and softer, curvier hips. Your little cock will get smaller and smaller, until it doesn’t even get hard anymore.”

  I couldn’t resist another second. The aching, hungry sensation at my entrance demanded attention. With two fingers, I gently massaged my tight hole. “Just thinking about that makes me so horny, Master. Ooh…didn’t you say there was another step?”

  “Yes. I can see you were paying attention,” Daniel said. He stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned, muscular frame. “I want you to remove your panties and get on the bed with me.”

  “Ok!” I jubilantly replied.

  Daniel stretched out in the middle of the bed. He was on his back and had his hands tucked behind his head. His manhood was still swollen and firm, and poked straight up into the air. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself immensely.

  “May I…” I looked at him innocently. “May I please suck you again, Master?”

  “Go ahead.”

  I rolled onto my side and swallowed his cock again. It was marvelous to feel his fleshy warmth slide back and forth across my tongue. When I felt my cheeks being spread open from behind and a stiff finger press against my button, I momentarily paused.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop, slut,” Daniel growled and I immediately went back to servicing him.

  His fingers plunged into me, stretching me out wonderfully. Soft moans escaped from around my lips and Daniel’s cock as I concentrated on the blissful sensation. He probed, all the way to the knuckles of both fingers, and then slowly began to fuck me with them.

  “You’ve already been playing with yourself, haven’t you?”

  With his other hand, Daniel inspected the cage which contained my straining, compressed member. I wanted to let loose a cry of ecstasy when I felt his hand rub just slightly against the tiny slots that my tender flesh bulged out of.

  “Mmm. Look at how horny you are. I’ll bet your poor little cock is about to die being locked up like that.” I nodded and gave Daniel’s member a few more slick tugs. “Go ahead and get on top of me, Carlie. If you’re lucky, you might learn how to have some release that way.”

  I rose to my knees and straddled him carefully. When I was in position, I reached back and felt his hardness press between my buttocks. My pulse was pounding in my head and a wave of heat left me feverish all over. I aligned his engorged tip with my entrance and rubbed it back and forth across the remaining lubricant.

  “Are you ready to lose your virginity, Carlie?” He asked and took hold of my waist.

  “I…” The words had a hard time coming out. Carter’s mind was still there, fighting back. I redoubled my efforts. “Y-yes…yes, Master. I am.”

  As soon as I said it, Daniel pulled my body down against his hips. The big head of his manhood pressed hard against my entrance. I felt it stretching…stretching…

  “Nnnn…” I groaned out, beset by the mixture of pleasure and pain. And then, all at once, Daniel’s swollen tip plopped through my tight ring and he was inside me.

  “Incredible,” He whispered. “So warm and tight.”

  My head fell against his chest and Daniel moved his grip to my ass. There, he kneaded my flesh between his fingers and rocked his lower half in a strong, steady motion. I felt myself loosen gradually and the rhythm built.

  “F-fuck me, Master,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with each word.

  With all of the intense feelings, my control was weakened and Carter had begun to get a foothold. I felt the nice sensation at my backside melt away and my thoughts became like a fog. I was losing myself…losing control…

  “What is happening? Why is Carter fighting back against something that’s making me feel so good?” I thought.

  “Ok, Carlie. I want you to get on all fours now,” Daniel ordered. His words immediately brought me back into full control. They seemed to have more power over me than anything else.

  I did as he asked, without question or hesitation. My bare bottom was presented to him and he quickly mounted me from behind. There was another slight tinge of pain when his thick member entered me, but it soon washed away.

  “I’m going to use you like this whenever I want,” Daniel reminded me. “Your only real purpose now is to provide me with a place to dump my seed.”

  “Yes, Master,” I agreed. “I want you to
.”

  It was delightful to watch from underneath my belly as he fucked me. The little plastic cage which held my now-useless cock swayed with each thrust, clicking and clacking against the brass padlock. It became a sort of metronome that got faster as Master came closer and closer to his goal.

  The hands on my waist became like vice grips, impossible to move, pinching into my skin. He was close. I could tell, even though this was my first time being used in such a way. With my face buried in the nearest pillow and Master bucking forcefully into me from behind, I began to feel something new.

  At first, it was a dull sensation in my belly that I could not place. As our fucking progressed, that small light began to grow. Each time Master would fill me entirely, it felt as if his manhood were pressing against some unseen switch inside me. A burst of pleasure would come, again and again, until I was desperately pressing back into his jarring, pistoning movements, hungry for more.

  Then, to my surprise, I felt my cock spasm inside the cage. A flood of white cream flowed out of the tip and scattered across the sheets. The rush of orgasm hit me and I gave in to it, boneless and weak, turning myself over completely to my new Master.

  “Carlie, I’m going to…to come,” Daniel announced between harsh breaths. “C-coming…ahh, inside you…Jesus…”

  I moaned achingly and accepted his load. Master’s cock twitched and expanded in my hole as he pumped several jets of slippery, pearlescent release deep within my ass. He stayed there, rooted inside, and I relished the feeling of his hot come filling me.

  “Such a good girl, Carlie.” Daniel withdrew and felt of the cage. “Hmm. I see you enjoyed it as well. An unintended side effect, I suppose, but I’ll let it stand for now.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I said, barely more than a whisper. Now that I’d served my Master and had my release, I felt tired all over. Thoughts were hard to hold onto. Carter was still there, locked inside, and I could feel his consciousness trying to get out.

  “There’s still one last step, in case you’ve forgotten,” Daniel said. He leaned forward and took the pair of headphones off my nightstand. Gently, he placed them over my ears. “I want you to listen to the CD, every day. To not do this causes you extreme discomfort.”

  “Y-yes…Master.” I was becoming hard to speak again. Carter was breaking through.

  “One hour during the day, after all your chores are done.” Daniel fiddled with some of the knobs on the stereo. “And then again, while you sleep at night.”

  “Y…y…yes, M-master,” I struggled to force out.

  “Is everything alright?” Daniel eyed me quizzically.

  “Mmm-hmm…”

  “Don’t worry, dear. You won’t have to listen to the CD forever. After a few weeks, I daresay you won’t ever need it again.”

  Something suddenly pulled at me and I was torn away as Carter’s consciousness burst forth, regaining full control.

  “You fucking maniac!” My hands wrenched around Daniel’s throat, catching him by surprise. “What have you done to me?”

  “C…carter! I…ngggg…” He struggled against me, clumsily managing to press the play button on the stereo. The melodic tones started to ring in my ears as we fought.

  “You bastard! I’m going to…going to…” My arms suddenly felt weaker and began to grow numb. Already, the powerful mind-control programming was taking me over again. The tones became like dizzying echoes in my head. “No! Just a few more seconds! Wait…wait…”

  My grip loosened and my hands became lifeless. Daniel took the opportunity to casually remove them from his neck. I felt myself sinking back into the mattress as he drew away. It was over. My last chance to fix it was gone.

  “My goodness,” Daniel said and cleared his throat. “Perhaps you didn’t take to the programming quite as easily as I’d hoped after all. No bother. A few more sessions will fix that.”

  I watched him from my paralyzed view on the bed and stared on in hatred. The deep rage inside me began to slip away with the tones echoing in my head. Carlie was taking over again…I wouldn’t be able to stop it…

  “Damn you…” The thought trailed away, and so did I. As my consciousness faded, relegated to becoming nothing more than a silent observer, I heard myself speak again and my heart filled with dread.

  “Thank you, Master. You’ve made me the happiest girl in the whole wide world!”

  ***

  Big Step-Brother’s Little Helper

  ©2013 Raminar Dixon Erotica

  I pulled the curtain to my room aside and watched Mother’s old beige sedan creep down the driveway. Once it reversed out onto the road and accelerated away, carrying her and my stepfather off to their long-awaited vacation, I anxiously opened the door to my closet and slipped inside.

  Standing on my tiptoes, I fumbled around the top shelf.

  “I really wish I had a better hiding spot,” I thought. “Like I should have to hide it anyway. But, I don’t know what I’d do if Mom found it. She’d have a conniption and drag me off to church in a heartbeat.”

  The object of my desire was just past a stack of jeans and a shoebox filled with photos and old mementoes from high school. When my fingers touched the round end of it, I dragged the vibrator out of its hiding spot and held it in my hand.

  “There you are. Time for some fun, old friend.”

  The door was wide open. This was something I’d never dream of doing with anyone around and it felt so freeing to have the entire house to myself. Thankfully, Mother and Henry would be out of town for the next two weeks! Even my big brother, Brendan, had left the day before to go for a long hiking trip with his buddies on the Appalachian Trail.

  I put the vibrator down on the bed and stripped off my clothes. With my tan-lined, petite breasts exposed, I cupped them in both hands and gave them a jiggle. Then I ran my fingers across the smooth, hairless mound above my pussy. There was nothing quite like being completely shaved when you’re being naughty.

  I’d been having a lot of naughty thoughts lately, too, most of them about my complete stud of a step-brother. It was so wrong, I know, but that didn’t stop it from being so fucking erotic. In the large-framed mirror above my dresser, I playfully blew a kiss and then laid down on the bed.

  Of course my dirtiest thoughts would be about Brendan. It was useless to try and fight them off, so I just went with it after awhile. He was tall, incredibly handsome, all of my girlfriends wanted to get with him, and I was around him all the time. You can only put two young people full of raging hormones together for so long before at least one of them starts to have impure thoughts, even if they are pseudo-related. My buttons were definitely pushed.

  “What a body…” I thought, and recalled an afternoon hanging out by the pool with him. Brendan worked hard to keep himself in top physical form all through high school for track, which he excelled at. That didn’t change once he graduated. Vividly in my mind, I could still see the shimmering water as it dripped from his muscular chest and the firm, bulging roundness of his biceps. There was little doubt that he was much stronger than me - more than capable of pinning my arms down to my sides and roughly taking whatever he wanted.

  “Ohh…how I wish he would.” A loose groan echoed out of me and I lightly twisted one pink, erect nipple. A surge of warmth crawled up from deep inside me.

  If his pure attractiveness wasn’t already enough, he also had a way of flirting with me when our parents weren’t around. Usually he did little things, like playing with my hair and splashing me with water. Sometimes, he’d lift me up in a tight embrace and spin me around playfully. It was always just innocent, brotherly stuff. He never seemed turned on by it, but I sure as hell was.

  At least, that’s what I used to think was going through his head. One afternoon a few weeks ago everything changed. After he caught me during a game of dolphins and sharks, he pressed into me from behind and I felt his hard, erect cock poking through his swim trunks and into my bikini bottoms. He held onto my waist for just a little too
long before finally letting go and then hustled quickly out of the pool without another word. Ever since that day, I dreamed that we had taken things further.

  Lord knows I’d put up no resistance if he wanted a go at me. I tucked a fluffy pillow under the back of my head and ran my hands down my smooth, tanned skin. Images of him shirtless danced in my mind as I listened to the peaceful silence of my empty house. I imagined that his hands where mine, exploring every inch, and working their way down and between my legs.

  “Mmmm…Brendan…we really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered and let out a small giggle. The words I was saying and the sinful thoughts were so bad, but damn…

  I fiddled with my wet entrance, spreading the folds there apart. One fingertip glided up and down the slick groove between the buzzing, heightened nub of my clitoris and the torrid heat of my opening. Each delicate stroke made me twist and lurch around on the bed. A deep ache developed somewhere in my belly; it was the need to be filled and satisfied.

  With a click, I turned the vibrator on and placed the tip of it against my pussy. A wonderful thrill of pleasure ran through me in an instant.

  I’d gotten the thing on a dare from some friends during high school. They’d challenged me to go into the seedy, run-down adult gift store by myself and buy something. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a display rack with vibrators for sale. Nervously, I grabbed the nearest one and paid the man at the front counter. I’ll never forget the dirty look on his face as he handed me my change. He probably had no idea how many times I’d used it to bring myself to gnashing, head-spinning orgasms over the years.

  It was doing the trick once again, too. I brought my knees up and crushed my hand between my thighs. After a slow breath in through my nose, I relaxed enough to continue. The vibrating tip against my nub was my favorite part, even if I was so incredibly sensitive there. It churned up such a deadly heat inside me. It usually didn’t take long to reach my climax that way, either. Today, though, I wanted more.