Raw Agony: Futa Sub’s Crushing Cravings 💋
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Chapter 1: Hidden Hungers in the Dim Glow
The motel room smelled like stale smoke and cheap bleach, the kind that clung to your nostrils long after you’d cracked the window. I’d rented this dump on the edge of the beach town specifically because no one asked questions. Riley, that’s me—twenty-five, futa for damn near two years now, and still wrestling with the monster between my legs. Fourteen inches when it decided to rage, thick as a wrist. Everyone else called it a gift. I called it a curse.
I stripped down slow, the salty ocean breeze slipping through the blinds, cooling the sweat already beading on my skin. My reflection in the cracked mirror showed a body built for track days—lean legs, tight ass from endless squats, C-cups that perked just right. But lower? That heavy sack swinging low, balls like ripe plums begging for punishment. I hated how it mocked my deepest itch. Submissive to the core, a pain whore who craved getting wrecked. A top’s tool like this? It ruined the fantasy.
Tonight, self-service it was. I grabbed the sounding rod from my bag, lubed it cold and slick. Heart pounding, I sat on the bed’s edge, legs spread wide. The metal tip kissed my slit, that raw urethral opening pulsing with dread. Inch by inch, it invaded, stretching the channel with a burn that made my toes curl. “Fuck,” I whispered to the empty room, breath ragged. Deeper, until it locked against my cage’s base—the flat pink prison I’d had custom-forged. No room for growth, just denial and humiliation.
Pain bloomed, raw and electric, shooting up my spine. I twisted it, grinding the ball end, while my free hand cupped those tender nuts. Squeeze. Hard. The vise-grip ache rolled through me, nipples hardening to peaks. My pussy clenched empty below, juices trickling down. No stroking the shaft—no mercy. Just torment. I rocked harder, the rod sawing inside, balls crushed till purpled. Orgasm hit like a freight train, cum bubbling trapped, leaking in pathetic dribbles, pussy squirting arcs onto the sheets. Sweet agony faded to tremors, leaving me hollow, craving more.
But one round wasn’t enough. Never was. I eyed the bathroom door, that filthy throne waiting.
Chapter 2: Public Tease on the Boardwalk Pulse 🔥
Sun dipped low over the crashing waves, turning the boardwalk into a neon frenzy. Spring break had hit this strip hard—futas in thongs, humans grinding close, bass thumping from beachfront clubs. I wore cutoff daisy dukes, hem barely grazing my thighs, the cage flattening my cock to nothing while those low-hangers peeked if I bent wrong. Piercings glinted: nipple bars under a sheer crop top, labret stud catching lips as I smirked at stares.
Wind whipped salt spray across my face, mixing with the fry grease and weed haze. I swayed to the rhythm, “accidentally” flashing the pink cage when skirts lifted—er, shorts. Guys leered, girls whispered. Felt like a sissy slut, small-dicked and desperate. Perfect cover for the beast inside. Thoughts raced: Raw need, Riley. Let ’em see the lie, beg for the truth.
A volleyball game turned heads nearby. I joined the crowd, jumping fake cheers, balls bouncing heavy under fabric. A gust hiked the shorts; cage gleamed for seconds. Laughter bubbled, but shame burned sweeter, clit throbbing against metal. Cum leaked, warm trails down inner thighs. Public edge, raw exposure teasing the masochist deep.
Then she appeared. Sasha. Tall, olive-skinned goddess with raven hair cropped wild, hazel eyes slicing through the mob. Tracksuit top unzipped low, DD tits free and firm, inverted nips begging bites. Low-slung pants hugged hips, bush trail leading to a thigh-bulge promising ruin. She caught my flash, split tongue flicking out—forked like sin itself.
Our eyes locked. She sauntered close, legs wide on the bench, bulge throbbing visible. “Like the view, pet?” Voice gravel-rough, scent of musk and citrus hitting me. I uncrossed legs, spreading for her inspection. Precum glistened on my balls. She grinned wolfish, hand brushing my thigh. Fingers danced up, pinching sack light. I gasped, knees weak.
“Mommy potential?” she purred, thumb circling a nut. World blurred—waves roaring, crowds blurring. Her touch ignited, raw hunger surging. I nodded mute, hers already.
Chapter 3: Leash of Flesh Down Neon Alleys
She didn’t ask. Sasha gripped my balls firm, knuckles digging, pulling me from the crowd like a dog on chain. Pain sparked joy, that raw vise making my steps stutter. Alley behind the arcade reeked of piss and fried dough, graffiti walls echoing our footfalls. Her free hand yanked my phone, unlocking with my trembling thumbprint.
Selfie first—her tits framing the screen, then upskirt snap: cage dripping, her fist owning my sack. Contact saved: “Pain Mommy Sasha.” Text sent: the pic. “Follow, slut.” Tug harder, we hit the beachfront lot. Her van loomed—tinted beast, custom plates screaming kink hauler.
Inside, leather seats stuck humid to skin. Door slammed, locking fate. “Crawl back, show me.” I obeyed, ass up on all fours, shorts peeling down. Cage dangled, balls tugged taut in her hold. She laughed low. “Locked treasure? Key?” I lied shaky: “Home. Tiny inside, promise.” Snort. “Bull. Hung subs are my jam lately. Big cock pain slut? Chef’s kiss.”
Horror mixed thrill. She dangled keyring—dozens, pro dom kit. “Beg no, or off it goes.” Panic clawed. “Wait! Huge dick ruining my sub vibe! Beat me raw, Mommy, ignore the monster!” She smirked triumphant. “Knew it. Discuss limits first, pet. Yellow slow, red stop.”
Negotiation flowed hot—CBT dreams spilled: ball-crush, sounds, chokes. Her eyes lit feral. “Strip.” Clothes shed amid kisses, bites on neck tasting salt-sweat. Sasha’s body unveiled: cock swelling to match mine, nearly fifteen veiny inches, veins pulsing. Tits heaved, pussy glistening below. Mine sprang free post-unlock—rigid fury, untouched months. But no relief.
She studied it hungry. “Raw beauty. Now suffer.”
Chapter 4: Cage Unlocked, Torment Unleashed 💋
Van rocked gentle on suspension, ocean waves masking moans outside. Sasha shoved me prone, knees pinning thighs. Lips grazed my glans soft—then teeth sank hard into frenulum. Fire exploded, raw tear of flesh stretched. I yelped, pre-cum spurting bitter on tongue. She held, tugging skin like taffy, eyes locked for safeword. None came.
Next, balls engulfed—both in her maw, cheeks bulging. Back teeth ground, vise-crack pressure. Breath seized, vision spotting, hands clawing seats. Nipples twisted by my own fingers, pussy gushing slick. Cum erupted unbidden, ropes splattering her hair, her bite unrelenting. Milked dry, spasms wracking, she spat them bruised. “Tough nuts, pet. No break.”
Dazed, I floated in aftershocks. Sasha mounted swift, her cock—raw girth—spearing my cunt deep. No mercy warmup; pistons slammed, mons battering my sack flat each thrust. Chokehold followed, thumbs bruising throat, face purpling ecstasy. Belly bloated with her load, seed flooding hot, thick, metallic tang in air.
Hour blurred—thrusts unending, my cock bobbing ignored, steel-hard. She withdrew panting, flipped reverse. “Ride time.” Squat over me, pussy devouring my length slow. Then claws on nuts, weight grinding them pancake-thin against mattress. Reverse cowgirl wrecked her ass back, owning the dick while crushing source. Pain symphony—raw blending fuck-bliss.
I babbled nonsense, “More, Mommy! Crush raw!” Orgasms chained, hers clenching milking me explosive.
Chapter 5: Throne of Self-Ruin Flashback
Post-flood, we tangled sweaty, breaths syncing. Her fingers traced welts tender, lips soft on bruises. “Flashback, slut. Tell Mommy your solo sins.” Vulnerability cracked open—connection raw.
Mind reeled months back. Home bathroom, porcelain throne sterilized gleaming. Fear knotted gut—futa tough, but test limits? Balls perched rim-edge, heart thunder. Slam—lid crushed, agony supernova. Vision blacked, cock erupting ropes into bowl, pussy flooding floor. Intact, resilient. Repeat rituals: weights dangling sack yard-long, rubber bands snapping frenulum bloody pinpricks.
“Raw genius,” Sasha murmured, hand squeezing echo. “Invented my new toy.” Lube-slick rod plunged my urethra anew, screwing deep while she chewed nipples pierced. Public teases too—micro-shorts at gyms, cage leaks puddling during squats, stares fueling leaks. “Sissy dreams, hiding the beast.”
She fetched van toys: heavy ring stretching sack, clamps bite-tugging foreskin. Afternoon devolved—ball-punches thudding dull, her fists relentless till I yellowed gasp. Aftercare followed: ice soothing, whispers bonding. “You’re mine now, big-dick pain pet.”
Relationship shifted—deeper, hungrier. But night beckoned more.
New scene stirred: beach dunes call. Sasha tugged leash—my balls again—toward midnight rave. Sand gritty underfoot, bonfire crackling orange, drums pounding primal. Crowd parted; we claimed driftwood throne. Public show?
Chapter 6: Beach Inferno Climax 🔥
Flames danced shadows on sweat-slick bodies, salt-air thick with sex musk, moans harmonizing bass drops. Sasha spread me eagle on wood, legs hooked high. Audience blurred voyeurs, phones glowing. “Show ’em your raw secret.”
Cock freed fully, fourteen-inch shame erect under stars. She straddled face first, pussy grinding nose—tart juice flooding mouth, split tongue teasing clit serpentine. Then weights clamped sack, pendulums swinging agony with hip-rolls. Punches landed rhythmic, nuts swinging bruised.
“Beg, pet!” “Beat my raw balls, Mommy! Ruin me!” Crowd cheered crude. Sounding rod twisted in, her cock claiming ass now—virgin tight, stretch-burn exquisite. Double pentration self by toy, fist in cunt, all while ball-slams echoed slaps.
Climax crescendo: her load painting insides, mine fountain-arcing skyward, pussy vise-gushing. Collapse amid cheers, bodies entwined. Dawn crept, waves whispering. Sasha cradled close, fingers tracing new marks. “Forever pain slut?” “Yes, raw yours.”
Exhaustion pulled, but bond sealed—torment’s tender afterglow. No end, just craving’s dawn.
Yet hunger lingered. Back to van, new toys plotted. Life remade in raw submission’s fire. 💋
