Small-Sitting Summer's Sequel Story - Part 5 (Patreon)

Another warning for cruel content. As for my recent absence, plz refer to the post I'm about to post after this.

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Covered in Suzanne’s juices, Devon’s body was haphazardly gripped by the lusting behemoth, who readied herself to stick him in her greasy asshole. He was readily lubricated, so she couldn’t pass up the opportunity—not that she probably would’ve anyways. But even with all that he’d shrunken, forcing Devon up her anus wasn’t an easy task. She might’ve been a huge woman, but her back door was deceptively sized by comparison. Devon’s 8 inches were doable, but anything wider than two normal-sized fingers could quickly become uncomfortable.

Since Devon was naturally widest at his shoulders, Suzanne typically would start by sliding his feet in first, and work herself up from there. But the hornier she was, the more depraved and careless she became, and for whatever reason, today was one of those days. Despite Devon’s pleas for just the smallest bit of mercy, just the faintest recognition that he was still technically a person who had to experience whatever she put him through, Suzanne was deaf to anything other than the voice in her head. Small, ingrown anal hairs roughly scratched at the boy’s face as he was carelessly inserted between her cheeks, his head popping right into her hole with barely a push on Suzanne’s part. Only upon accidentally farting—releasing a hot, sudden puff of humid gas onto him, a quickly violent eruption that shook him and further beat her wrinkly brown hole against his body—did the unkempt coach apologize. “Sorry,” she reluctantly grumbled, like she’d hesitated whether to even mention it at all. Then, as if she was ashamed and wanted to hide Devon instead of hiding herself, she shoved his body the rest of the way inside.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation to either of them, but Suzanne still gasped as Devon got buried halfway up inside her. That was one of the best parts about using him: no matter how many times she fucked him, the experience always felt just as crazy as the first time. In her mind, it was true love, that a man could make her feel this good. But for Devon, it was pure hate. Being thrust up and down her rectal cavity, made to feel like shit (pretty much literally). Where it was hot and greasy and dark, it didn’t matter how well Suzanne groomed herself, an asshole was still an asshole, and Devon was still a dildo. With his eyes tightly squeezed shut and his mouth squeezed shut even harder, he simply tried his best to tune all the sensations out. Until finally, after Suzanne had worked herself up to another convulsive, arresting orgasm, it was over.

Suzanne’s humanity finally started to return to the fold as the session died down and her feelings mellowed out. She washed him off in the sink, even going so far as to scrub his hair and use gentle motions when lathering his skin. But he was still predominantly a sex toy for her (and even then, “predominantly” was putting it lightly—his life only consisted of sexual acts with Suzanne, and the time in between sexual acts with Suzanne). After taking him back to her bed and snuggling under her covers, she brought him up to her mouth and gradually licked around his dick, prompting it to grow bigger. Within her grasp, Devon fought and struggled. He didn’t fight back much nowadays because of its obvious futility, but his captor was now trying to elicit an orgasm out of him instead of the usual task of getting her off. He hated it. It was like she was trying to force him to like their arrangement, as if being spoon-fed a quick jolt of dopamine was an equal tradeoff for the complete sexual objectification that he’d endured for the past several months. He was like a test monkey, and Suzanne was only sucking his dick to train his brain and trick it into feeling better about her. But even worse than that, Suzanne’s blowjob reminded him of Bethany. Even with the “decades of experience” that the coach claimed to have, she wasn’t as skilled as Bethany had been. As fucked up as it was, Devon wondered now if her blowjobs were out of some kind of perverted love for Devon, like she was trying to genuinely make him enjoy them. Versus Suzanne, who was sucking the boy’s dick because boys like getting their dicks sucked, and he was a boy, so therefore he must like what she was doing. It was much more transactional, like everything else about their sIave/owner relationship. But if Beth really cared for me, why would she have left me with this fucking monster? he thought, wincing as he felt Suzanne’s fat lips engulf his member so aggressively that it made his hips ache.

Within a few minutes, Suzanne made Devon climax, and she swallowed it all down with a giddy smile, intentionally oblivious to Devon’s distaste for the whole process. “That was more fun than I remember,” she announced, once again only thinking of herself. “That might need to be a new part of our routine.” She eyed him like a stern teacher, saying “You’re welcome,” as if he should somehow be grateful for her selfish, mediocre sexual asault on his manhood. Of course he didn’t thank her, but he also didn’t waste his energy to even glare up at her, instead looking off to the side in rightful stubbornness. “Oh, that not good enough for you?” he heard her remark, and was whisked behind her giant body before he could decipher whether she’d said it genuinely or as a knowing threat. Either way, she was looking to up the ante, and pulled open the waistband of her wide panties to nestle him between her ass cheeks. With a head-spinning chuckle on her part, she pushed him further, making sure the 8-inch boy would be right in the center, so far into her crack that he was wholly and unmistakably buried. With her monumental, titanic-sized cheeks on both sides of him, crushing him from either side and holding him captive, he was helplessly submerged in the deepest and darkest part of the woman’s outer body. Technically he wasn’t inside her, but since no light was able to seep in and no smell was able to seep out (he was positioned right against her asshole, its prickly hairs scratching his stomach), he might as well have been. Her underwear pressed against his back to hold him in place as she let go of the waistband, but pulled up on it to make it tight, so that it wouldn’t just cover her ass but actually get stuck between her cheeks, where he was, to ensure he wouldn’t be able to crawl out while she slept—although her crushing weight would’ve likely made that impossible anyways.

Though Suzanne was able to quickly fall asleep, feeling blessed and content with her little toy snuggled so closely to her rear, Devon’s brain would not grant him the same privilege. Every few weeks or months for the last year, he would realize he was at his lowest point—the previous lowest points were when he realized Suzanne would never treat him humanely during the day like Bethany had, and then the resulting, even lowlier point, when he realized that there was a legitimate chance that Bethany might never come back for him. And now, it seemed, things had gotten even worse. Because he could think of no worse place to live than inside this evil woman’s ass, like, his genuine place of full-time residence was now between the hot, crushing ass cheeks of his 350-pound owner. It could get no worse. He had reached the bedrock.

As if the cruel overseer of the universe was reading Devon’s mind, Suzanne suddenly let out an explosive, bubbly fart, one that thundered and rumbled furiously against his imprisoned body and coated him with an even stronger stench than before. And he was suddenly reminded that yes, although he was at a miserable point in his life, things could always be worse.

(not the end, one chapter left)