Stretched Deep by Authority Amazon: Scene 4

In the back alleys near the docks, Adrian stood frozen in indecision. He shouldn’t be watching this. It was wrong. It was dangerous. His fingers gripped at the corner brickwork while his eyes poked around it, staring at the intimate scene of utter licentiousness unfolding before him.

“You want this, boy,” the Futa husked into the male’s ear. The red crown of her cock nuzzled against his asshole, bent over and presented to her like a treasure to be plundered.

The male whined before her lips captured his again and stole his breath. He moaned into her mouth for long enough that when she finally released him, he gulped in a huge breath as though he’d been dunked under water.

“Yes, you do want it,” the Futa continued, now panting. “You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you walked in and saw me changing. Your mind has been filled with my cock all week, hasn’t it?”

Adrian bit his lip as he saw the male’s plump rear end alternate between squirming around against her firm grip and pushing back, as though its owner had no idea if he wanted to escape or give in to the inevitable.

“Tell me!” the Futa commanded with a grin, smacking his butt cheeks in quick succession again, eliciting another squeal from her prey.

Adrian’s breath hitched as he saw the faint red tinge beginning to blossom on that ass. If the male surrendered to that cock. If he said yes, and allowed the Futa to hilt herself inside him, then that red would quickly deepen as she buckled down and truly went to work.

Perhaps not truly aware of what he was doing, Adrian’s hand drifted down as he watched the show. He could feel a warmth in his body. A rhythmic pulsing of need. He was still a virgin, so the pulsing didn’t come from his ass, but rather from his still unchanged boi-cock. And although it wasn’t unusual for males to have trained themselves out of getting hard by his age, Adrian still did.

His hand slipped into the front of his spandex pants as he watched the scene unfold before him, all thoughts of retreat melting away as the sex drive he tried so hard to keep under control flared.

“It was a mistake,” the male panted after another kiss. “I didn’t meant to walk in on you. I thought it was the sub’s washroom. I didn’t mean to see…” he hesitated. “—to see…” he tried again. He blushed.

“To see my futa-cut panties bulging with enough fuck meat to impregnate your school’s entire robotics club?”

In his spandex pants, Adrian’s boi-cock was desperately trying to get hard, but although he wasn’t caged, he did wear a tastefully small codpiece to give him that smoother look down there in his suit. Holding in a groan, he peeled down both the pants and the codpiece, just enough to free himself into the cool night-time air.

“Please don’t make me say it,” the male begged, still wiggling his ass.

The only reply he got was the huge Futa cock smacking into the cushy cleft of his butt, still held firm in her grip.

“Fine!” the male whined. “I want it!” he declared. “I want your stupid big fat Futa cock in my boi-pussy. I’ve wanted it all week. I want you to seed me and feel you in me all night! I want to not be able to walk properly tomorrow because of how hard you fucked me! I want— EEEEEEP!”

Breathing heavily, eyes wide, Adrian rubbed frantically at his comparatively little cock as he watched the mushroom head of the giant Futa meat pillar peel apart the flower of that ass and sink deep into its hot, soft, welcoming embrace.

The Futa groaned.

The male scrabbled at the brick work, his face pressed against it, letting out something between a squeal and a whine.

“Goddess, I needed this,” the Futa breathed in bliss. She began to move, pumping herself back and forth, her hands gripping his hips tightly, each thrust prying him open just a little bit more, filling him deeper, taking him harder. “You think you’ve been pent up all week!?” she panted out, her voice raising a little in volume, still not fully inside him, but clearly intending to remedy this state of affairs with each forceful push deeper into his body. “How hard do you think I got when the cute little Futalia State intern burst in on me changing, huh? How heavy do you think my balls have been getting every time I caught you glancing at my bulge at work? You think I didn’t notice? You think no one else noticed?! When you started putting out that, “I’m an innocent boy ready to fuck’ aura, I’ve been fighting off other Futa sniffing around you right, left, and centre! But it was worth it. So fucking worth it. Because you’re mine, you hear? Mine!”

The Futa finally hilted herself fully inside the male she was claiming, causing him to moan as all six prostates up his body that all seeded males possessed were finally stroked, pressed, and squeezed by the gigantic Futa cock. That this male might still be a virgin never crossed Adrian’s mind. Taking a full Futa cock without the benefit of the RNA altering seed changing a male’s biology beforehand would be instantly lethal.

Rubbing at his engorged boy cock, he knew he was nearing a release of his own, but a conditioned little voice in his head told him that wasn’t the way males were supposed to climax. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t the way males did things. Biting his lip, Gathering up some of his pre-cum on the finger of his other hand, he reached behind, slipped his hand into the seat of his spandex pants, pushed into the plump valley of his cheeks, and pressed the finger firmly on the flower of his own ass.

He whimpered. A tiny sound, slipping out from an otherwise silent watcher.

Aroused beyond belief from the scene before him, he imagined the small digit was a Futa’s cock. His mind slipped to a guilty fantasy he’d entertained only a few times before. He imagined bending over for one of his heroes. He imagined spreading his ass for Authority Amazon and her gigantic boi-breaking fuck meat.

“I’m yours!” The male in the alley cried out, panting and moaning as his new Futa fucked him good and hard, slapping her abs against his ass cheeks and, as predicted, reddening them nicely. “Yours! Only yours! Please, seed me!”

The thin finger pushed into his hole, curling up and around, finding his own singular virgin button. Adrian whimpered, picturing the dominant, tall, and strong Futanari form of the darling hero of New Futalia, standing behind him, breathing in his ear, exploring his unplumed depths.

“Get ready to take it,” The Futa growled out, her voice deep and feminine. “Gonna seed you so hard. Just make you mine. All mine. Urgghhh!”

Adrian pressed his finger hard against his virgin prostate as the Futa slammed herself in her male and, only a moment later, her apple-sized balls started to jump up and down as Futa seed began its gushing journey up her cock, forcing itself into his male womb, bathing his altered reproductive organs in white, sticky, scolding gooiness.

Even feeling only a tiny fraction of the prostate pressure the male before him had to be feeling, Adrian’s own boi cock jumped, every muscle in his lower body locked up, and several thin shots of male jizz spurted through the alley and was instantly lost in the darkness.

The post-nut clarity descended – a distinctly virgin male phenomena. Certainly something Futa didn’t contend with.

Breathing heavily, Adrian suddenly realised what he’d just done. Moreover, he’d just done it in public, spying on a couple, and while in his superhero costume! If anyone found out!

He shook himself. That didn’t have to happen. The couple hadn’t spotted him. He could just back out slowly.

Quietly, with his spandex pants still around his upper thighs, he edged backwards around the brick-wall corner.

There, safe.

A hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to almost swallow his own tongue.

“Well now, what have we here?” said a strong-sounding feminine voice.

As far as lines in this kind of situation went, it was pretty freak’n cliché, but Adrian supposed that it really didn’t need to be very original to get the full bowl clenching effect.

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