Tabula Colton

Chapter 9- The W.A.B.

"Look, Colton. It's you," he said and the screen roared to life with a picture of me from behind. He was videoing us with his phone and somehow sending it to the screen. I remembered he was a super tech guy.

The picture showed my legs spread to either side of his chest with my asshole winking at the camera. He put a hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb over my hole to show me.

"That's weird," I laughed. 

Was my body really that pale and small? I'd only looked at myself once when I was in my old body as Miguel. I was a curious teenager and used the bathroom mirror to see a dark ring around my asshole. It wasn't something I'd really played with. 

Colton's skin was so white and his asshole had a pink ring. He had no body hair down there.

"So pink and pretty. You ever see a pussy this nice? It's so tight too. I haven't fucked you good in almost a week," Mr. Takada lamented.

"Does it feel like when you fuck a girl?" I asked, but then added. "I guess you wouldn't know that."

"I've fucked a few girls in my day," he said defensively. "It just feels different. A boyhole like yours just grips the cock so tight and feels incredible. Then there's the added part of watching you lose control and beg for it, the things a proper daddy cock can do to the boy he loves, the hole he owns. It makes it that much better."

"It looks so weird," I noted as he moved the camera out to show more of how I looked from behind. He brushed his finger down my perineum then pet my nuts. 

He put his hand around them and gave them a squeeze then pulled them away from me until I cried out.

"Whiny boy, get back to that pacifier," he said and let go of my balls. 

He reached for the back of my head and pushed me down on his cock. I kept my eyes on the screen though as his hand returned. He gripped my cock and pulled at it like he was milking a cow. My body quivered at his touch. He kept a grip on my hair until he was satisfied I was going to stay there.

"Let's get back to the western american boyhole in its native habitat," his voice said in a british narrator accent. 

His hand returned to caress my ass. He reached to his side and opened the drawer again then brought back a small bottle of lube.

"Without proper care and feeding the western american boyhole, or WAB as we call it in the anthro-pornography field, can become agitated and disoriented. This WAB has gone nearly a week without a proper meal and it's clearly in distress," he continued his narration then popped the bottle open with his teeth.

"You must give it small doses of lube before inserting its dinner," he noted and drizzled a stream of clear lube over my hole. 

I watched and felt as it contracted and twitched in anticipation. I felt Colton inside me and we both jumped up and high-fived in my head. It was so close to happening. Mr. Takada set the bottle down on the table.

"When sufficiently hydrated, the WAB is eager to begin its meal." He slid in two fingers and squished the lube into my hole. He immediately found the spot that made me jerk and twist with fireworks. 

I let his cock slip from my mouth and let out a loud whine of pleasure.

"Quiet on the set! I can't work like this!" He yelled at me as I watched his abs shake with laughter.

"Sorry, daddy," I whispered and went back to bobbing on his monster. 

His fingers continued to work inside me back and forth across my prostate as my cock drooled a long line of pre-cum onto his chest.