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Try Anything Once	By : romythoms Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Try Anything Once
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Space Cadet Bret Vyon comes to slowly, becoming conscious of the need to pee and the throbbing head that signals a hangover from the night before. There’s something in his mouth and he turns his head, tries to spit it out. He blinks, can’t see, becomes aware that he’s been blindfolded, and also gagged with what feels like a billiard ball. His arms have been pulled above his head and a quick flexing of his muscles determines that his wrists have been tied together, and tied to something else so he can’t move them. Likely a bedhead, given his back is comfortable enough on what seems to be a mattress. He tries moving his legs, succeeds but only to a degree. There’s something strapped to his ankles, keeping them apart, and he can raise his legs a little but his movement is severely

limited.
“So, you’re awake!”
The voice is female, husky, amused, and Bret tries and fails to remember who he picked up the night before. She

moves closer with a rustle of clothing and he feels a hand run over his chest and down his torso, while her exotic perfume triggers a memory of a sultry, pouting beauty in a skin-tight silver dress that contrasted strikingly with her

olive-black skin. Her hand cups his balls and he feels his cock twitch in response, moans as a warm, wet tongue flicks against his glans and teases his pee-hole.
Which reminds him…
He wriggles his hips and tries to speak around the gag.
She giggles. “I suppose you want to piss, after all that drink you put away last night?”
He moves his head forward and back, nodding.
“Alright, but I only have a small bottle for you to pee into. So when I say ‘stop’, you have to hold it while I go empty the bottle in the bathroom. Got that?”
He nods.
Warm fingers wrap around his cock and he feels the rim of the bottle pressed up against its tip. “Pee.”
He releases with relief, only to discover that stopping in mid-flow is worse than not having started. She gives his dick a little shake and he feels her wipe the end with something soft, then she gets off the bed and he hears her footsteps retreat. She seems to take forever, while his crotch screams, and he instinctively tries to pull his knees up to ease the ache.
It takes six bottles, six “pee”s and “stop”s before he’s finished, and he’s breathing hard and sweating with the effort of holding it in by the time the flow stops.
When she returns after emptying the last bottle, she climbs on to the bed between his spread legs and he moans with a different kind of need as she slides her hands up his thighs. “I’m guessing you don’t remember too much about last night, Cadet,” she says, conversationally, “So I’ll tell you what happened. Then I’ll tell you what’s going to happen next. Last night, we met at Kurt's’s birthday party. You found out I’m a hermaphrodite – a ‘shemale’ – and I found out you’d try anything once. Or so you said. We came back to mine for a little mutual fucking and sucking, but guess what? You passed out while I was in the bathroom. Man, I really hate that, getting all worked up and ready to go, and then having to stop and wind down. Very frustrating. So this morning, you’re going to get all worked up and ready to go. Then we’ll see how you like being frustrated.”
Her hands slide over his crotch, and he feels her press something cool and metallic against his skin. “First things

first,” s/he says, “Gonna use this surgical depilator down here, get rid of this hair. Don’t worry, it’ll grow back in a month or so…”
There’s a faint hum from the depilator as it moves over his crotch, slides between his legs, presses up against his asshole, where s/he jiggles it around, making him writhe with a strange pleasure at the sensation it creates. “You like that, huh? A little ass-play? How about I put this depilator down and try you with this?”
There’s a pause, then a hand returns to his crotch, only this time s/he has put a vibrating pad on her palm and is

sliding it over his balls, thighs, ass. S/he plays it against his hole and he presses his heels against the mattress and pushes his hips up, groaning, while his cock stretches and hardens.
“That’s nice,” s/he says, “You’ve got a big one. Now, I’m gonna strap this vibrator to your balls… like so… mmm,

feels good, huh?... and I’m gonna use this vacuum pump on your dick, see how massive it can get.”
Something slides over his cock and as it begins to jack him, he moves with it, helpless to fight the sexual urge that makes him move his hips and press his cock deeper, further, harder…
Then the pump is gone and for a moment or two he continues to thrust, bereft, at the empty air. A few seconds later,

something clamps around the base of his cock. “Man, that is huge! Just wrapping this cock-strap around it, keep it from going anywhere while I indulge myself."
He feels her straddle him, then the tip of his cock grazes a warm stickiness, and he’d likely have cum if the strap

wasn’t biting into him. S/he slides down onto him, and he feels the enjoyably familiar sensation of being buried to the root in a welcoming pussy, as well as the unfamiliar sensation of someone else’s cock and balls resting on his belly.

S/he begins to ride him then and he forgets about the extra baggage, giving himself up to the need to respond to her squeezing and twisting. He pumps up and down, moaning behind his gag as he tries again and again to cum. He loses track of time as s/he rides him. His cock throbs, his balls ache with unspent cum, and his nipples hurt where s/he pulls on them and digs her nails into his chest.
At last he hears her give a gutteral sigh, feels her settle back on his hips, then slowly withdraw herself from his still-stiff dick.
“OK, for that you get a little reward,” s/he says, after a moment to get her breath back.
He feels her reach around behind his head, and coughs with relief as the gag is removed.
“Thanks,” he manages, “I…”
A hand descends on his balls with a slap and he lets out a scream of pain. “You don’t talk without permission,” s/he says, “Got that?”
He nods, running his tongue around dry lips.
“Thirsty? You can answer.”
“Yes.”
“Lucky for you my species can produce breast milk at will, huh? Here… suckle.”
He feels the unmistakable shape of a nipple being pressed against his lips and he opens his mouth, draws the tit in,

licks it, sucks… and releases it in surprise as warm milk spills down his throat.
“Don’t choke yourself you silly boy. Here, try again.”
This time he’s ready for the fluid, swallowing as it courses down his throat. The vibrator s/he strapped to his balls is still stimulating him. His captive cock twitches and he forgets the rule about not speaking. “Please… let me cum!”
“What did I tell you about not speaking without permission?” The nipple is withdrawn and s/he moves to the end

of the bed. He can feel her attaching something to the bar that keeps his ankles apart, and wants to ask what she’s doing but doesn’t dare. A few seconds later his question is answered as his legs are drawn up and back over his head, exposing his butt and making it even more difficult for him to move.
“Bad boys get their bottoms smacked,” s/he says, and he feels her climb onto the bed again, palms resting on his

upturned ass, “But I think perhaps I better tape your mouth before I start.”
He tries to turn his head away, but it’s futile. The ball-gag is not replaced, but the tape that replaces it makes it equally impossible for him to do anything other than moan.
The smacking starts almost gently, palms patting one buttock then the other, gradually building a rhythm and increasing in force till Bret is yelling and screaming into his new gag, his eyes streaming with tears of pain behind the blindfold. And still his cock throbs and his balls ache and he really, really wants to cum.
When s/he finally stops the torment and removes the tape and the vibrator, his chest is heaving and rivulets of sweat are running down his body.
He gasps and writhes as his balls get licked and sucked, and her tongue lashes slowly down his ass crack to wriggle around his hole. He groans, his body straining against his bonds and the teasing tongue stops.
“Learned your lesson?”
He says nothing, but nods.
“Wanna cum?”
Another nod.
“Alright, but you gotta suck yourself off. And I’m gonna help things along with a little prostate massage. I’m gonna

take the cock-strap off now. Don’t cum yet, or I’ll use a belt on your butt.”
It’s incentive enough for him to exercise all the self-control he has as the strap comes off, and he feels the tip of his cock guided into his mouth.
“Man, that is so hot,” s/he says, “I’m getting hard just watching. Let’s see what happens when I do this, huh?” A

finger presses against his hole, circles it, dabs against the entrance, slips in. “I don’t’ see you sucking. Come on, lemme see that tongue get busy, lift your head up a little, take it in deeper. Let’s see how much you can get in

your mouth.”
Her finger is inside him now, her other hand pressing against his thighs to push his cock further into his mouth. He can taste the pre-cum oozing from his cock, licks it, feels his response to his own tongue, moans as the finger in his ass begins to move, finding a spot within him that feels… so… good…
Cum shoots into his mouth as he tightens his ass around the probing finger and he gags a little as he swallows down the salty spunk. The finger is withdrawn, the mechanism holding his legs in place is removed, and Bret lies exhausted while the ankle-bar is also unstrapped.
The bed creaks and s/he straddles his chest. “So, now you’ve learned how to suck your own cock, how about trying this one?”
He feels the warm tip of a cockhead brush against his mouth, turns his head away, earns a slap. “You just proved

you like sucking cock, bitch! Open your goddam mouth!”
S/he’s pinching his nipples again and he opens his mouth automatically to gasp with pain, finds the cockhead thrust

between his lips. “Bite it and I’ll hang you up by your balls. Suck! Use your tongue! Run it around there… ohhh yeah, now you’re getting it.”
S/he pushes further into his mouth, pulling away as he starts to choke, putting it back in again till he learns to relax his throat and take it all the way in, finding he enjoys the taste of her, is turned on by the odd sensation of having

someone else in total charge.
His own cock is hard again when s/he finally slides her cock out of his mouth and declares that he’s lubed it up

well enough. S/he moves down his body to kneel between his legs, sliding her hands along the tops of his thighs. A finger spirals over his balls and slides down to nudge and probe his hole once again, and he can’t help himself: he

wants her to fuck him.
Unbidden, Bret raises his legs, bending and spreading them to give her easy access, feels her finger slip out and her cock push slowly in, reddens as he visualises his feet sticking up over her shoulders as s/he leans forward and covers his mouth in a deep sexual kiss.
“You got my dick in your pussy, whoreboy,” s/he murmurs, “Tell me what you want me to do now.”
“Fuck me,” he groans, pushing his hips up to meet her downward thrust, "Please!"
It feels shamefully good. Maybe this is something he'll try again. Soon.
[A/N: Complete for now, but may be updated later if I get further ideas. Happy to take requests/suggestions for future chapters]
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