Trading 2 - Breaking a Stud
By Plowjack



Characters:

Molly the hypnotist - tall, red-headed and muscular, big chest.

Cindy - black-haired, busty, athletic, cheerleader

Linda - brunette, small-chested, tall and toned

Anne - blonde, huge-bosomed, 5'2" and squishy-soft

"So, you mean he really couldn't get up?" Cindy giggled, freeing herself from
her big bra. The other two girls laughed, leaning forward avidly as they
listened. Molly sipped her cocktail and smiled like a cat. Like the three
girls she was dressed for bed in a tiny top and panties. Her big breasts swung
loose as she bent forward and said, "To judge by his whimpering struggles, his
red face and how pissed-off he was at first, I'd say that as far as he knew he
could get up."

Linda made an excited sound and ran a hand over one small tit, thumbing her
nipple. She moved on to squeeze her own biceps, smooth but firm and toned on
her long arm. Linda was nearly six feet tall, slender and graceful, but no
athlete. She licked her lips and said, "But he has huge muscles ... none of us
have arms like yours, Molly," the others laughed their affirmation.

Anne, laughing, raised her arm and flexed, but her round arm showed no
swelling. The shortest of the girls, she had blonde hair and the biggest
bosom, set over a tiny waist and broad hips. "See Molly," she said, poking a
finger into her soft arm, "this isn't going to impress him much."

Cindy pulled a pajama top down over her big breasts, giggled again and reached
out to squeeze Anne's arm. "Yep," she said, "You're just a pussy, Beck," and
Cindy slid down next to Anne, putting her arms around her and taking a hot
kiss from the soft little woman's lips. Cindy laughed and flexed a biceps,
Anne's hands on her arm as Cindy's cheerleader muscles swelled tan and
rock-hard. "OOooo ... Cindy has muscles, guys ... ," she pressed herself
against the solid girl, "She's real strong ... "

These four college girls were a little in-group in their sorority. Molly, a
psych major, was an amateur power-lifter with muscles as big as many guys and
long red hair. Three nights ago she had hypnotized her big jock hook-up, Ted,
stolen the strength from his muscles, and used him like a toy. "Girls, his
arms trembled like jelly when he tried to push me away." She raised her own
arm and pushed up an impressive round muscle. "He was no stronger than you,
Beck, and in your hands he'll be even weaker." The little blonde hugged
herself, pressing her bosom into globes. She said, "The idea of being able to
beat up some big jock and fuck him makes me just so wet!" "Well girls, you can
do what you want with him," Molly chuckled as she settled into her bed, "He's
just a big, pretty hunk of meat to me. Now get out of here ... " Cindy smacked
one hard little fist into her hand as they headed for the door and said "I'll
go first - I can tenderize him for you little softies."

******

Ted Runyon sat in his favorite tap-room and surveyed the prospects. The bar
was mainly full of jocks, some with their chicks - not much to choose from.
Ted was a college athlete, well known on the football field and moving up in
competitive lifting. He stood 5'11" tall and his body was lean, thick and
hard, a source of constant pride. He unconsciously wrapped a hand around his
right biceps and squeezed, then flexed in his own hand, feeling the rock-hard
pile of muscle.

He barely recognized the wave of relief and confidence that flowed through
him. In the last couple of days he had been doing that a lot - making sure
that his biceps was still there, still hard. He had let one of his regular
hook-ups, Molly, hypnotize him and play some dominance sex- game. She said
they 'traded strength', and she had made her muscles seem so big and hard,
while he felt weak. He had felt as soft as a girl in fact, as she overpowered
him, laid him on his back and used him through the night. The fact was that he
had enjoyed it immensely - the memory of Molly's strength and urgent sexual
aggression still stirred his cock. He simply failed to look directly at the
memory of his own soft body, made yielding and weak. He had really tried to
turn the tables on the girl - to roll her over and lay her down. His muscles
had been jelly ... so much weaker than the lovely woman ... but ... again, his
mind slid away to recall the delight of being pleasured by the big woman.

He sipped his beer as the images played in his mind, then he heard his name
from across the room. Coming into the bar was a posse of college women; he
knew several of them. The girl who had called to him was a sorority sister of
Molly's (Molly ... ). Her name was ... Cindy - yep Cindy. Ted called her name
in turn and she waved him over, inviting him to join her. He strutted over and
pulled a chair around, sitting against the back, and said hello to the girls.
There were two or three cheerleaders, and Cindy's housemates ... Megan and
Sarah and Anne. Anne was a cutie, 5'2", eyes of blue with a high, firm chest
that couldn't have been under a 42 double- something. Cindy was talking,
though, and had scooted her chair next to his, and she was nothing to sneeze
at either. She was nearly as tall as Ted's 6'1", slender and totally into the
hardbody thing. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, and her tight t-shirt
displayed a nice rack, round and heavy, between wide shoulders. Ted knew she
was a cheerleader, and her size and strength made her key to the acrobatics of
the squad - he imagined she'd be excellent in bed.

Ted found Cindy interesting and chatty - she knew football, and listened with
glittering green eyes to his talk about this play and that. They seemed to
fall into a little bubble of conversation with one another, and the extra
cheerleaders drifted off to sit with guys, while the other girls just chatted,
even as they carefully watched the couple out of the corner of their eye.
Cindy had never set her eyes on a boy she couldn't get - she knew just how to
sparkle and touch and smile, and she had Ted wrapped around her finger with
only her own tricks.

"You must hit the gym hard," Cindy said to him, taking a serious tone, and
reaching out to squeeze his right arm with her long slim fingers. Of course he
immediately added an unmoving flex, making his arm swell dramatically under
her hand. It actually made Cindy hot, and she caressed his muscle, squeezing
gently and cooing over its hardness. She could tell that made Ted hot too, and
that made her plan seem even more arousing. "Ya know," she said, smiling
bright and pulling up her short sleeve, "cheerleaders have to be pretty buff
too." She made a muscle, arm at her side. Her biceps was solid and round, her
arm thick and hard clear through. She pumped it harder as she gently picked up
his hand and set it on her muscle. "Feel how big and hard that gets, dude,"
she said, and she felt his hand squeeze hard, but then his fingers seemed to
go slack, and his squeeze turned soft, becoming more of a caress. She pumped
her arm under his hand, and giggled, then said "Isn't that just huge? I've
gotten sooo strong."

Ted was rock hard in his chinos. Cindy was gorgeous, and she obviously wanted
him. Touching her arm just seemed to turn him right on, her muscle pumping
under his hand was amazing. She was right, she must be really strong! What
big, hard arms, and beautiful eyes. He was going to have a lot of fun with
this chick, once he got his hands on her ... "Squeeze harder, Teddie, feel how
hard that is," she said, and he did, squeezing firmly. He felt her harden her
arm in his hand and quietly say "C'mon, really squeeze - I can't even feel
that on this big hard arm." Ted decided he'd teach her not to tease that way,
and said "Be careful what you ask for, girlie," and applied crushing force to
her arm. He expected her to yell at him and demand to be released from his
iron grip, but she just looked at him, her big mouth smiling at him.

Cindy looked over at the girls and winked - this was working perfectly. The
big stud's hand seemed gentle and soft as he obviously tried to squeeze her
flexed arm hard. He barely made a dent in her flesh, and she laughed as she
looked into his eyes and said, "Don't tell me that's all you got, dude. C'mon,
really try ... " but his face just got red as he failed to make her even a
little uncomfortable. "Well," Cindy said, in a matter of fact way, "I am
really strong. You must just not be as strong as you look, pretty Teddie."
Cindy took his wrist in her free hand and slowly applied pressure until she
pulled it away from her arm, unable to resist her. "See," she said, and ran
her other hand up his arm to grip his biceps again. She felt him flex, but his
arm got only a little harder- she squeezed, and his thick flesh turned to
jelly under her hard hand. "Wow, Teddie, you're so soft," she said, her grin
wide, "where'd those big muscles go? Were they just for show?"

Ted was overwhelmed with terror - where was his strength? Where did his hard
muscle go? He felt Cindy's hard fingers squishing his arm, and he flexed, but
she still crushed his soft flesh in her hand. He tried to pull away, and he
heard a scared little noise escape his lips. This humiliated him even more, as
Cindy leaned forward and chuckled at him. "That's ok, Teddie, that's right,
you're too weak," Cindy whispered, as she gripped his other arm. Now she had
him by both biceps, and she was pleased to feel them turn to mush in her hands
as she shook him gently back and forth. "see how much weaker you are than me,
Teddy, that's right ... " she said, "You'll never be stronger than me, boy,
never even half as strong as me." She reinforced the hypnotic command and
watched Ted's face go slack, then she pulled him to her for a deep kiss. He
responded, but then began to struggle in her arms.

Ted was wracked with panic. It was happening again ... how could this girl be
so strong?? She had him by both arms, and he felt like a dishrag as she shook
him. He tried to flex and pull away from her, but her hands held him hard, his
biceps turning to oatmeal in her hands. He started to stand up, but she
growled "sit down" and shoved him down, her thumbs feeling like they were
bruising his arms. Then she yanked him toward her and he couldn't stop himself
from falling to his knees before her, as she wrapped one hard arm around his
neck and kissed him hard again.

"SShhh Teddie," she whispered, "don't you fight me." The other girls at the
table were whispering and giggling excitedly, and other people in bar were
watching now as the beautiful girl held the big football player before her on
the floor between her legs, stroking his hair like a boy. Teddie felt a wave
of humiliation sweep through him, to be seen to be so weak with a woman, but
his cock was still rock hard and he wanted to just surrender in the pretty
girl's arms. She pressed his head to her bosom, seated above him as she
controlled his head, and she whispered in his ear as she crushed his right arm
in her left hand. "Teddie, just be quiet now," and he seemed to settle down in
her arms, "Yes, that's right," she said, "That's right, just soft and nice for
Cindy. You're all hot, aren't you, Teddie?" she whispered, and slipped a hand
between his legs. "Don't!" he whined, looking around "How come you're so weak,
Teddy?" she teased. "I bet I know why ... you're scared of girls with big hard
muscles, aren't you?" "Of course not!" he answered, squirming again in her
arms "I'm stronger than any woman!" "You're weaker than, me, Teddie, a lot
weaker. Feel my big hard arm again," she said, and flexed under his nose, her
round, thick biceps balling up. To the girls across the table it was plain
that Cindy's hard muscle was miniature compared to Ted's build, but he
caressed it and his fingers couldn't make a dent in it. Cindy told him to feel
his own arm, and she saw his fingers knead the relaxed flesh, then she told
him to feel hers again. "See how much harder I am, Teddie? Your little arms
are like a girl's compared to my muscles. That's why you're afraid of big
strong women, isn't it?" She ran a hand from his pants up his flat, rippling
belly and sculpted chest, and pinched his nipple hard, making him grab her
wrist, but his efforts to move her hand had no effect. "Don't you try to fight
me," she laughed, using a little hypno-trick, encouraging his mind to try to
fight, "You're so weak you'll just end up crying. If I let you get back up in
your chair will you be a good little man for me?" She lifted him by the arms,
still crushing his softened flesh. She could feel his legs helping her, but to
Ted it felt as though he were weightless in the hard hands of the lovely woman
as she moved him easily into his chair. He was seething with fright and anger,
but he was also humiliated that he might be seen by others here in the bar.

Cindy stood up, 6' in her little heels. Ted looked up at her and she looked so
broad and strong. He could see the muscles in her arms, and her hips were so
solid. He felt small and weak, and that did, just like she said, make him very
afraid. "C'mon honey, be good and I won't beat you in front of the other
girls, ok?" Cindy said quietly. She took him by one arm and pulled him to his
feet, her fingers pinching his biceps painfully. He tried to pull his arm
away, but she held him firmly. She told him to get his coat and leave money
for the beer and he did, his face red, with half the bar giggling quietly.
"Bye girls," she smiled over her shoulder to the others and they watched her
march the big jock out the door. The buzz in the room took some minutes to die
down. Anne sat in her seat transfixed, thinking about how well Molly's little
trick seemed to work. She could hardly wait ...

******

Molly and Linda had waited at the House, having a few drinks as they waited to
see what happened with Cindy's night out. "So, Linda," Molly was saying, "It's
a matter of getting past the filters of normal habit, and getting agreement on
a level below conscious awareness. He gets weak because we make him like being
weak, no matter what his conscious mind thinks." "So is he just pretending?"
Linda asked? She was dressed in a little cloth bra and a long skirt over her
dancer's legs. Linda was 6'2" tall, long- limbed and toned, her chest small
and firm with well-developed shoulders. "He doesn't think so," Molly replied.
She was in pajamas, black and satin. "As far as he can tell he's just gone
weak, and I know Cindy wants to make him scared too ... such a meany." Molly
winked and Linda smiled. "He is an asshole, you know ... " Linda said, more
serious. "Whatever," Molly said, "He's an experiment now ... " "And those
little tricks will do it?" Linda was still a little worried about trying this
with a man twice her mass. "We'll see ... " was Molly's reply.

In a while they heard the outside door, and the sound of footsteps. There were
voices, male and female as they came up the steps and down the hall to the
wing the girls shared. "Stop fighting baby," they heard, and a man's whining
voice, then the pair appeared in the door of the common room. Cindy had the
boy by the arm, almost lifting him onto his toes, dragging him along while he
seemed to struggle. In front of the door she stopped and pulled his head to
her for a hard kiss, her other hand squeezing the bulge in his pants. Then she
led him more easily away down the hall. "That looked promising," Linda said.

In the next hour they first heard a bit of yelling, and a rumpus that
suggested someone being thrown around the room. They had prepped an empty room
with a big, solid wooden bed and not much else but rugs and pillows, so they
just listened as the sounds became different, and then more rhythmic. The
laughed and whooped when they heard the bed thudding against the wall, knowing
how heavy it was, and how hard somebody was getting slammed. Then the room
went quiet. Molly and Linda just couldn't resist stepping into the hall. Then
they heard Cindy's voice, hard and mocking, say, "You can't come, you big
weakling ... nice hard cock, but you're too weak to come for me ... little
sissy, you just lay there, or I'll kick your pretty ass some more ... " The
door opened and out stepped Cindy, pulling a silk robe around her sweaty body.
She saw the two standing there and she grinned wide, and threw her arms around
Molly. "Ohmygaawwd!" she said quietly, and the two women laughed loud, but
Cindy shushed them. "He's probably cowering in the sheets. Oh Molly, it worked
perfectly - he's a total wimp, totally soft and weak and so confused and
frightened." "You're such a bully, Cindy!" Linda said, "He couldn't fight back
when you were pushing him around?" "He sort of tried, but as far as I can tell
he's just so much weaker than me. I can push him down easily, and I've got him
so that he cowers if I raise my fist, even though I haven't done anything more
than slap his pretty ass. His cock is amazing though - rock hard and it hasn't
gone more than a little soft for even a minute - I used your tricks, Molly,
and he wants to come so bad, but he can't. Hell, I can make a marble dildo go
soft, but I couldn't make him go." "Wow" Linda said, quietly. "So it all
worked." "Just gently tell him what you want him to be, as if it were already
the way it is. He's way open to suggestion now." Cindy said stretching out on
the big couch with a drink from the pitcher they were having. Linda stood and
slipped into a pair of 4" heels, making her about 6'6" tall in her long skirt,
and said "Wish me luck," as she headed for the bedroom.

******

Ted was cowering in the sheets after Cindy stomped out of the room. He
clutched the sheet between his legs, his hard cock straining, making his
thighs feel even weaker. He ran a hand over his arm, feeling it soft in his
grip. He flexed, and felt as though a little hardness had come back, now that
the big woman wasn't in the room. His clothes were scattered around the floor,
where Cindy had dragged them from him. God she was strong! He thought of her
naked body, her small, knotted rocklike muscles, her thick, dominating hips.
He felt his cock swell again, but he didn't come, and he sobbed a little, and
closed his eyes, trying to contain his breathing. He thought of her fist, and
a wave of terror hit him, making him draw into a fetal position, his cock
aching.

That's how Linda found him, when she came into the room. Ted looked up as the
door opened to admit a woman who almost had to duck to enter the room. She was
a lovely brunette in a dancer's bra and a long red skirt. She strode
confidently across the room and stood over him, frowning down at him. "Poor
Teddie," she said, "Cindy's such a bully." She leaned down and caressed his
hair, and ran a hand down his cheek. "Did she hurt you a lot, Teddie?" Linda
stood tall and pulled off her bra in an easy movement letting her smallish
breasts stand high, nipples full. Slipping off her skirt and shoes she slid
into bed beside him before he could say a word, and kissed his lips sweetly.
Ted responded to the insistent softness of her mouth, and soon he was more
relaxed. She worked her long legs around his waist and pressed herself to his
cock, her pussy already wet. Ted was too confused to resist this more gentle
lovemaking, and too horny not to press himself against the tall girl. "Cindy
and Molly say you're really weak, Teddie ... " she said in a teasing voice,
and the man made a little sound of protest. Linda gripped his biceps hard, and
it was pretty soft, but she felt it swell as he flexed. She remembered ... " I
have muscles, too Teddie," she said, "See" she flexed her arm, and she saw her
long, toned bicep swell a bit, and she pumped again, making it harden like a
cable. Ted reached out as if he had no control of his hand, and touched the
pretty woman's arm, wrapping his fingers around her muscle. He squeezed, but
he couldn't dent it, and he felt a new wave of weakness flow through his body.
Linda's soft, teasing voice urged him to try harder, and then she laughed at
him and told him how weak he was, how he could never be more than half as
strong as a woman like her, how much softer, how helpless he was for a big
strong woman. She explained all this as she wrapped him in her arms and legs,
until he couldn't move in her grasp. "I like doing this with little dancer
boys, Teddie. I wrap them in my long strong body and crush them until they
come, and then they turn all soft. You're already soft as dough, though,
aren't you? Your arms are just nothing, now Teddie," Linda softly said,
kissing his face as she took his wrists and spread his arms rolling him onto
his back. She buried her teeth in the soft skin of his neck, marking him, and
worked herself down onto his cock without bothering to talk to him. Ted felt
the tall woman's muscles pumping around his member as she worked him. He was
already a bit sore from the 45 minutes of pounding that Cindy had given him,
and now this big woman started bouncing on him, and grinding her wide hips
onto his crushed body. He seemed to be trying to resist, his face red and his
voice whimpering and grunting. "You're fighting me, aren't you Teddie?" Linda
cooed, laughing. "I couldn't tell at first. Your little muscles are too weak
to bother a woman like me, aren't they?" When Ted said nothing she released
his left wrist and slapped him across the face, then held her fist in front of
his lips. Ted felt a wave of fear, as he imagined the strong woman's stony
fist breaking his face and body, just as Cindy had threatened. Linda slammed
his arm back down to the bed and rode him, asking him again, "Say your muscles
are too weak for a woman like me," she ordered him, and he said it, his face
dark and red. "You're still too weak to come, you little wimp," she taunted,
as she pounded herself to a strong orgasm. Rich felt like he would explode,
but his own release didn't come, as waves of heat and weakness flowed through
him as Linda crushed him in her arms with her own spasms. "I think you'll
always be this weak, Teddie," Linda said, making it up as she went along "So
soft and helpless when a woman says you are. I could pound you until you
couldn't get up, you know," she said, and made him kiss her delicate knuckles.
"Just do as you're told, and maybe one of us can let you come, if you're not
too feeble."

******

Linda left the room after calming Ted down with more gentle holding and
kissing. She played with his helpless body, showing him that her arms, her
legs, her hands were so much stronger than his. She played with his cock,
working him again with her hand as she held his hair and forced her tongue
into his mouth, until he began to whimper and plead with her to either make
him come or stop, but of course he couldn't let go, and she didn't let him go,
for quite some time. At last she left him gasping on the bed and said, as she
walked out, "You're very sweet for a little sissy man, too bad you're too weak
to come, and too afraid to run away."

She left the room and went to the lounge where the other three women were
waiting, Anne having arrived in the meantime. Anne was laughing still about
the buzz in the bar from seeing big, tough, womanizer Ted dominated by a
cheerleader. The little blonde had changed into a teddie, supporting her big
chest into two round spheres. She was slim-wasted and wide-hipped, truly an
hourglass, with most of the sand still on the top. She always carried some
extra padding, and her arms and legs were soft layers of silky flesh.

"He's so ready for you, Annie," Linda said as she poured herself another
drink. The little blonde slammed a tiny fist into her other hand and smiled
"And I'm ready for him."

******

Anne stepped into the bedroom to find Ted lying on his back, slowly working
his cock in his hand. "Stop that Ted," she said, her voice sexy and sweet.
"No," he whimpered, and she saw that he was crying, "I have to come so they'll
stop ... " "You're too weak to come, Teddie," she said as she climbed onto the
bed and sat over him on her knees. "Your body's just mush now, isn't it,
Teddie? Your muscles are nothing compared to my body. Look," she said, and she
flexed both arms, raising her big bosom on her chest. Anne's arms looked just
the same flexed as they did resting, but to Ted the woman's round arms seemed
huge and hard. Once again his feeble hands couldn't crush the smooth flesh,
and when she dragged him off the bed to his feet he couldn't put up any
effective resistance. "Stand up you big creampuff," she said, as she grabbed
his thick but squishy biceps and sank one little thumb hard into the softened
flesh. "My god you're weak now, Teddie," the little woman said as she took one
of his hands in hers. His hand was twice the size of hers, but she laced her
fingers with his and squeezed, his hand unresisting and soft. She grabbed his
other hand and said, "C'mon, Teddie, try to fight, you pussy!" She bent his
wrists back painfully. Ted was in total terror now - his muscles were useless
and soft, and he'd been overpowered and raped by the sort of women he was used
to using for toys. Now this pretty little girl looked angry, and she was so
strong! Look how huge and strong her chest was. He tried hard to fight the
woman's arms, but his own muscles just trembled as she forced his arms back.
"Your muscles are nothing, now, Ted, I bet your legs are getting so weak ...
so soft ... like your weak little arms." Anne pushed hard and felt a rush of
power as she drove the big jock to his knees, seemingly by the strength of her
arms. This got her hot, and she quickly delivered a one-two slap to his face.
He put up his hands, but she easily slapped them away, and slipped around him
to sit on the bed. She spread her legs and patted her plump, moist mound.
"Come here, boy," she cooed, and Ted crawled to her, his arms and legs
trembling. She patted her belly, and pulled him up to lay his cheek on her
pillowy tummy. "Do you want my big titties, Teddie?" she teased, and leaned
over to push her huge bosom into his face. Ted reached his trembling arms up
and kneaded Anne's Bosom, each one far too big to hold in one hand. "Lift
them, teddie," she murmured, and he did. "They're sooo big, aren't they ... "
"They sure are ... " he said, as he slid a little further up her belly to take
a nipple in his mouth. Anne took him by the hair and pulled him away, saying,
"I'll tell you when to suck my tits, little boy. Lift them again, Teddie ... "
He lifted her round, firm breasts, his mouth open. Aren't they heavy, Teddie?"
Anne purred pressing them down into his hands "So big and heavy ... I don't
think you can hold them up for long, can you?" Anne ran her hands down his
arms, squeezing hard "Your soft little arms can't hold up my huge, strong
breasts for long ... ." Ted felt the last of his strength seem to flow from
him. The round, firm breasts were just too heavy for his arms, and pressed his
hands downward. She pushed his shoulders back, and slowly overwhelmed him,
pressing him back to the floor with a knee in his belly, her weight far too
much for him to fight. She was grinning, her tongue licking her lips as she
gathered his wrists together and pressed them under her chest. She whispered,
"You're sooo weak now, Teddie, weaker than my tits, just limp and helpless
everywhere except ... " She slid down him a little, and reached back to clutch
his balls and the base of his thick cock. "Right here, where you're all
hard... MMmmm ... " she sat up on him and rubbed his cock in her ass-crack,
then fingered herself. Ted's arms were free now, but they felt so heavy and
weak, as if all his strength were flowing into his hard member. Then the
beautiful little woman was knee-walking up him, pressing his arms to the
floor, her knees then her calves crushing his biceps. "I'm not wet enough,
baby boy," she purred, fingering herself gently. "Make me come a few times,
and I'll keep letting you breath, Teddie." She planted her pussy on his mouth
and took his nose in her fingers, blocking his air, until he began to lick.
"That's right, little boy, lick the big strong girl, so I don't beat your face
for you." She slapped him a little harder than she thought she could, then
slapped him again, and continued to play with him, until he found her swollen
button, and she began to moan, then to yell as she bucked on his face,
crushing his arms under her knees.

Just then three other heads poked into the room. "You having a nice time,
baby?" Molly said as she and the girls sauntered in. Anne, gasped and sobbed
and rubbed her pussy over Ted's helpless face, bringing another gasp. "Sounds
like a nice time," Cindy laughed. "Look at that little pussy - he's weak as a
baby except for his big cock." "Dibs!" Molly said, "I'm behind you guys, and
she pulled off her little t- shirt and straddled Ted's cock, easily working
herself down its length. Ted whimpered as Anne rocked on his face. "You sore,
Teddie?" Molly said, "Poor little cock, all sensitive ... Wait until I get wet
and it won't hurt so much. Too bad, though, the girls all want another ride."

In the morning Molly was still working on him. She was sprawled on the bed
with the big jock next to her, her fingers wrapped in his hair, pressing his
swollen mouth to her nipple. He was still springy hard, and he whimpered as
she bounced and patted its weight. "Should I let you come, Teddie?" "Oh ... "
his begging had become mostly oral, and he licked and sucked as he whimpered.
"I don't have to, you know, baby ... I could just make you soft again," she
took the head in her fingers and shook it, and he was terrified to feel it
deflate. "Then you'd be totally little and weak ... " "please, Molly ...
please ... " "So you'll do what I tell you?" "Yes ... please ... ," her
fingers stroked him "OK, see ... nice and hard forever ... " she said,
squeezing him sweetly. "Would you lick me for another hour if I let you come?"
she'd already proven he would. He only sighed and sucked some of her big
breast into his mouth, tounging her. "I know you would ... do you want to?" He
really did. "I know you do." "So if I let you come, here's how it will be.
You'll be Cindy's boyfriend." "Cindy?" he said, looking up meekly from her
tit. "Yes, Cindy - she's a big, hot cheerleader, perfect for you. And you know
she'll kick your puny ass if she wants to, don't you?" "She's so hard ... "
"Hard and hot, and you'll never be stronger than her, will you?" "No Molly"
"Here's the thing. If Cindy lets you, you can be strong again." He looked up
at her. "I mean, you'll never be stronger than me, either, but if Cindy lets
you, you could be the big football boy. We think you're pretty in the tights,
honey." " ... could I?" "Cindy has to let you, baby, she'll tell you whether
you have any balls, whether you have a dick, and she'll make you weak when she
wants you weak. So if you don't want to be a puny little toy all the time, if
you ever want to be allowed to be hard again, you'll have to make Cindy
happy." she said, gripping his cock hard, spilling another palm-full of oil to
work his hardness. "Cindy would bring you here a lot, too." He looked up at
her in dazed worship. "If she lets you ... " she was working him hard again,
pushing his toneless body onto his back. "So if I let you come, then you'll
get to go to sleep, baby, and you sleep deep and nice, and when you wake up,
that's how it will be, alright?" "Alright" he said, face slack as she worked
him. "Cindy decides if you have any muscles ... " "Cindy decides ... " "And
everything else we've taught you, that stays the same." "Yes Molly ... "
"Here, little pussy, suck my tittie and come, and that's how it will be." He
did, and then he fell asleep, and Molly brought the girls in to tell them how
things were.