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Sandy's Toy Boy
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
An athletic teenage girl becomes the dominant person in
her relationship with a guy. (Fdom/M, teens, huml)
***
A widowed mother and her 17 year old daughter, Sandy,
ran an ocean-side resort on the East Coast and hired a
large number of college students each summer. Both were
avid physical culture enthusiasts, and Sandy, an
unusually beautiful high school senior with long, wavy
blonde hair, had been lifting weights, running and
swimming almost from the day she could walk, and during
her formative years had taken special hormones to
increase her growth.
As a result, by her 17th birthday she was 6'5" tall and
still growing, and had developed an incredibly powerful
and muscular body, with broad shoulders and back
tapering to a narrow, rock hard waist that was ribbed
with muscle, and massively muscled arms and legs. She
was also her school's best athlete, starring in
basketball and track.
On the first day of the summer season she spied Jerry,
a slender, handsome, 5'7", 24 year old graduate student
in accounting with black curly hair applying for a job
at the resort, was immediately taken with him and
convinced her mother to hire him. She found out his
assigned room and left a note for him telling him that
she would like to meet him at 11:00p.m. at the resort's
indoor pool. Since the pool was closed to guests at
9:00 and to employees after 10:30, they were assured of
being alone.
Sandy arrived early, donned a bikini and bathing cap
and was in the water when he arrived. He was
immediately smitten with her lovely face and at her
invitation joined her in the pool. They swam to the
shallow end where the water was about hip deep on Jerry
and he stood up and turned to face her, only to have
his jaw drop in amazement as she rose majestically out
of the water to tower a good 10" above him.
The top of his head was about level with her chin and
his eyes with the cleft of her breasts. His eyes bulged
as, smiling down at him, she reached up to remove her
bathing cap and let her long blonde hair cascade over
her wide shoulders, revealing the massive "V" of her
upper body and her bulging biceps.
When he commented on her height and muscularity, she
told him of her interest in athletics, weightlifting
and bodybuilding and asked him if he would like to see
a demonstration of her lifting ability. Without
thinking, he assented and before he could react she
bent down and placed her big hands around his waist,
her long, powerful fingers almost completely encircling
his waist, and straightened, lifting him easily out of
the water and then continued to lift him until she was
holding him high in the air, almost at arms length
above her head, but tilted forward so that she could
have a full view of his little body.
He was gasping for breath and struggling helplessly in
her grasp, but she was more interested in another
reaction of his body; the telltale bulge in his trunks
of a throbbing erection.
She laughed and said, "You must like being picked up by
girls," and, as he reddened with embarrassment,
playfully tilted him forward and down so that she could
plant a light kiss on the tip of his nose. Then,
holding him at arm's length again, she said, "I wonder
if you're ticklish. Most little fellas are. I adore
little men who are ticklish -- they're such fun to play
with."
He started to protest, but she was already shifting her
grip so that she could reach the sensitive areas of his
ribs with her fore and middle fingers. As she began to
tickle him, his body reacted with violent spasms of
screaming laughter and giggling and he thrashed wildly
about, ineffectually tearing at the probing fingers
which were administering such delicious torture to his
sensitive ribs. She laughed delightedly and continued
to tickle him unmercifully, noticing, as she did so,
that his erection was throbbing more than ever. Finally
she stopped and examined him as he hung, limp from
exhaustion, in her hands.
"Dollbaby," she told him, "you're perfect! I'm going to
just love playing with your little body!"
She lowered him until his eyes were just below her own
and, bringing him to her, slid one big hand down his
back to cup both his buttocks and mash his pulsating
erection firmly against her hard, flat stomach. Her
other hand reached up behind his back and grasped the
back of his head. He gasped, "What...what are you
doing?"
She chuckled. "Can't you guess?" she asked.
"N-no!" he cried, and strained backward with all his
might, struggling to move his head back away from her
advancing mouth, but was unable to overcome her
powerful, immobilizing grip on his head. He placed his
hands against her shoulders and tried to push himself
away from her, but the pressure of her forearm against
his back was irresistible as she slowly and inexorably
pressed him against her. In desperation he closed his
mouth tightly, but a painful squeeze of his buttocks
made him cry out and her lips captured his open mouth
in a crushing french kiss.
Although he continued to struggle, his feet thrashing
about helplessly in the water almost a foot off the
bottom of the pool, she slowly increased the pressure
of her forearm against his back until he was barely
able to breathe, while her tongue hungrily probed his
mouth. Finally he went limp in her arms, and she
relaxed the pressure on his back and permitted his head
to fall back away from her lips. He was conscious, and
his mouth was open as he desperately gulped air into
his tortured lungs.
Waiting until he had recovered his breath, she slid the
hand holding his buttocks between his legs until his
entire crotch was imprisoned in the firm grip of her
big hand, her long, powerful fingers reaching out to
capture and bend his throbbing erection, bringing a
gasp of surprise and humiliation from his lips.
Lifting him until his shoulder was securely tucked
under her armpit she carried him out of the pool and
into the adjoining weight room. Although she was
carrying his entire weight in the palm of a single
hand, she showed no sign of any real effort. Grinning
down at him, she murmured, "I find most men get real
docile when I carry them around like this." A gentle
squeeze of his testicles conveyed her meaning, and
immediately quelled any thoughts of resistance in his
mind.
In the weight room, she seated herself on a stool and
placed him on her lap. He was openmouthed but
speechless at this further demonstration of her
incredible strength. He looked up at her -- even
sitting on her lap his eyes were still slightly below
hers -- his face a silent question. She chuckled and
kisses him lightly on the nose.
"Before we get serious," she told him, "Sandy's going
to show her little doll baby a few more tricks. But
first, in case he's thinking about trying to run away,
Sandy's going to take off his panties -- I don't think
he'll want to go traipsing around in public stark
naked. Besides," she added, "it's about time we freed
up that little dingus of yours."
He was still too exhausted to offer more than a verbal
protest as she lifted him off her lap with one arm and
with her other hand slid his swimming trunks down over
his knees and off, exposing a penis that, although
respectable in size, was now completely limp. "Hmmm,"
Sandy murmured. "Well, at least you're big enough in
the right places. I guess I must have been a little too
rough on you in the pool. Not to worry, though. I know
how to bring your little dingus back to attention when
I'm ready for it."
She continued to hold him on her lap, cradling him in
her arms and playfully nuzzling him and fondling him,
but being careful to permit him to rest until he had
recovered his strength. She then set him on his feet
and rose to her full height to tower over him. Red with
embarrassment, he tried to cover his crotch with his
hands, but Sandy bent down, gripped him firmly by his
buttocks with one big hand and turned him away from
her, pointing him to a large barbell with four large
weights on a short bar about a foot in length which was
sitting on a mat several feet away. Indicating the
barbell with her other hand, she asked, "Think little
lover cookie can bring that barbell over to Sandy?"
He looked up at her in surprise, but responded to her
gentle pressure on his buttocks and walked over to the
barbell. Straddling the barbell with his feet, he
reached down and tried to lift it, but was unable to
budge it. With a puzzled look on his face, he tried
again, this time straining with all his strength, with
no more success than before. Finally he examined the
weights and a look of frustration came over his face.
"My God," he blurted, "what are you trying to do to me?
This thing weighs two hundred pounds! I can't lift half
that much!"
Sandy feigned amused surprise. "You can't lift that
little thing? And here I thought men were supposed to
be the stronger sex! Why, half the girls I know
wouldn't have any trouble at all getting that off the
ground."
Jerry gave her a disgusted look. "Don't be ridiculous!"
he snapped. "I don't know what you're trying to prove,
but there isn't one girl in a million who could lift
that much weight."
She laughed, walked casually over to him and eased him
to one side. "Well, then," she told him, "I guess I'm
that one girl in a million." Smiling down at him, she
reached down and grasped the barbell in the center with
a single hand and with a mighty heave lifted it
straight up above her head, the massive muscles of her
arm and stomach tensed and bulging from the effort.
Slowly she lowered the barbell to her shoulder and then
heaved it up over her head again, repeating the
maneuver several times. Then she lowered it to the mat,
stepped over it and repeated the exercise with her
other arm. "I like to equalize my workouts," she
explained. "I don't want one arm too much stronger than
the other."
Jerry was aghast and, for the first time, really
frightened, and his face showed it. "My God," he
thought, "this girl can lift more than twice as much
with one hand as I can with two! She's 4-5 times
stronger than I am! She could crush me by accident
without even meaning to! I've got to get out of here
before she kills me!" His small frame started to
tremble and, forgetting his nakedness, he put his hands
up defensively and backed away from her.
Sandy saw his sudden fear with satisfaction -- that was
exactly the reaction she had been seeking -- contorted
her lovely face into an animalistic snarl, hunched and
bulged her massive shoulder muscles, flexed her mighty
biceps and, rising to her toes, her huge thighs and
calves, and tensed her stomach muscles so they stood
out in bold relief. The effect was awesome; she was a
towering mass of incredible muscularity.
The effect on Jerry was equally devastating; he cowered
in abject terror, stumbling backward as she slowly
advanced toward him. Small growling sounds came from
her throat as she moved forward. Jerry desperately
looked around for a way out, but she slowly maneuvered
him into a corner of the room. He spied a large, heavy
indian club at his feet, reached down and gripping it
with both hands tried to lift it.
It was almost too heavy for him, but with a strength
borne of desperation and terror he finally managed to
get it off the floor and swing it clumsily at her. She
caught it easily with one hand and, with a casual twist
of her wrist, tore it from his grasp, flipping it up
end over end and catching it expertly and then
contemptuously tossing it aside. She resumed her
advance on Jerry, who was now hopelessly trapped in a
corner. Stopping directly in front of him and standing
on her toes, she loomed over a foot above him.
Desperation generated bravado, and Jerry put up two
small fists and stammered," G-get away from me! Get
away from me or I-I'll hit you!"
Sandy relaxed her menacing pose and almost laughed
outright. Looking down at him with unconcealed
amusement, she said, "Go ahead, little man. Give it
your best shot. I won't stop you. I could very easily,
but I won't." She even stooped slightly so that he
could reach her chin more easily.
Instead, he brought his fist back and smashed it with
all his strength into her midriff, just below her
navel. It was like hitting hard rubber; his small fist
didn't so much as dent her rock hard stomach muscles,
nor did it have any apparent effect on her as she
continued to smile down at him. His face disintegrated
into hopeless terror as he realized that he was
incapable of hurting her. Tiny mewing and whining
sounds came from his throat as she slowly and
deliberately bent down and put out a huge hand, palm
up, toward his groin. Realizing what she was about to
do, he grabbed her wrist with both hands, but was
unable to so much as slow her advance as again she
captured his crotch in her hand, her long fingers
curling up almost to his buttocks, her thumb hooked
securely around his limp penis, his testicles again
securely encased in her palm.
"D-don't...p-please don't" he begged her, but she was
already lifting him effortlessly off the floor, her
free hand holding the back of his neck for balance as
she tilted him backward and slowly brought his open
mouth up to hers for another, crushing French kiss.
To Jerry, the sensation of being held in midair in the
palm of this beautiful teenage giantess while her
hungry mouth relentlessly sucked his dry was too much.
It was as though a screw was being turned in his loins,
changing him forever into something different than he
was before. He suddenly realized that he LIKED what she
was doing to him. Without realizing it, his body went
lax in her hands, his back arching to the pressure of
her kiss, his arms rising to slip around her neck as he
unconsciously surrendered himself to her.
His reaction did not go unnoticed. With a low,
triumphant chuckle, her lips released his, and, still
holding his weight in the palm of one hand which firmly
encased his crotch -- and his now throbbing penis which
was straining against the restraint of her hand to come
erect -- she carried him to a heavy mat in the middle
of the weight room. "One might say, lover, that I have
you well in hand," she laughed. "And if you think you
like this, wait until you see what I'm going to do to
you next! But first, I think I'm going to have to teach
you a little lesson for trying to hit me with that
club."
She set him on his feet and then proceeded to put him
through a series of wrestling holds, beginning with a
bear hug lift off the floor with just enough pressure
to show him how easily she could crush his chest,
followed by a headlock and then a full nelson, after
which she lifted him onto her broad shoulders for a
dizzying airplane spin. He was as helpless as a rag
doll in her hands and he knew it. He offered no
resistance as she slid him off her shoulders and,
holding him upside down with his face held tightly
against her, down her body until his face was buried in
her crotch, held securely in place by the pressure of
her thighs.
Holding him there for only a few seconds, she told him,
"This is one way you can give me a thrill, lover, but
I've got lots of others, and you're going to learn them
all!" She took him down to the mat, shifting her thighs
into a head scissors and then working her legs down to
his waist to encase him in a body scissors, applying
just enough pressure to demonstrate the futility of
resistance.
Finally, when she had him completely exhausted, she put
him on his back, encased both his wrists in the
powerful grip of her right hand and, holding his arms
fully extended above his head, settled down on one hip
beside him, trapping his legs between the massive
muscularity of her mighty thighs. Held in this way, he
was unable to do more than wiggle helplessly in her
grip, while her left hand was free to explore his naked
body at will.
She chuckled as, after a few momentary struggles, he
relaxed. Cupping his chin with her left hand, she
forced him to look up at her. "That's right, lover,"
she said approvingly, "you're finally learning how
silly it is to try to resist me that I can do anything
I want to with your soft little body. Now you're about
to learn something else -- namely, that I can make your
soft little body do just about anything I want it to."
He looked up at her, frightened, and then began to buck
and squirm, laughing and giggling uncontrollably as her
free hand began to travel over his body, her fingers
lightly tickling his armpit and then running
deliciously down his side and over to his stomach.
For what seemed an eternity she toyed with him, first
tickling him, then subjecting him to mild discomfort by
squeezing a buttock or a nipple on his chest and then
arousing him by fondling him intimately, gently
massaging his testicles and his inner thighs and
finally his penis itself, only to resume tickling and
carry him through cycle once again. His body was her
personal playground, reacting exactly as she wished to
the delicious torture she was inflicting on him.
Finally, she leaned down to engulf his mouth with her
own in a crushing french kiss, as she whispered, "Time
to get down to business, lover."
His eyes widened with horror as she took his penis
firmly in her free hand and began to masturbate him,
and he gasped, "N -- no, please, not that!" But she
gave a low chuckle and continued to massage him, and
his whining protests became moans of ecstasy as she
brought him to the brink of orgasm before gripping his
penis tightly and pressing her thumb down over its tip
to prevent him from climaxing. The desire ebbed from
his loins, his penis went limp in her hand, and his
moans became a sob of disappointment, and then a gasp
of amazement as she resumed massaging him to bring the
pangs of desire flooding back through his body.
"Wha -- what are you doing to me?" he sobbed.
She leaned over him and began to nibble on his ear and
neck as she continued to work his penis with her free
hand, murmuring, "Can't you guess? But don't worry,
baby, when I finally do let you come, it'll be the best
you've ever had."
Her words hit him like a blow to his stomach. When she
let him come...She was not only getting ready to rape
him, but she was showing him how easily she could
control his body in the process. And then his mind was
submerged in desire as she again brought him to the
brink of ecstasy only to shut him down again. By this
time the tears were running down his cheeks and he was
crying like a baby, "N-no, please! Don't do this to
me!" But she was already masturbating him again, this
time bringing him quickly to full arousal before
slipping out of her lower bikini and settling over him,
the soft folds of her womanhood enveloping his penis as
she took him inside her.
By all rights he should have exploded in her then and
there, but somehow she manipulated his body to prevent
him from climaxing. Now it was her turn to writhe in
ecstasy as her body worked up and down on him, reaching
one plateau of pleasure and then another as step by
step she approached the pinnacle of passion. Then she
climaxed, the folds of her womanhood convulsing over
his penis as she took him with her, carrying him to
heights of ecstasy that flooded his entire body with an
intensity that he had never known before and held him
there for what seemed forever.
He was dimly aware of her gasping cries above him that
were all but drowned in his own, and then it was over,
and he was lying supinely beneath her, enveloped in her
body as she milked the last drop of pleasure from his
body.
Finally she was finished, and, looking down at him and
taking his head in both hands to kiss him warmly, she
whispered, "That was great, baby! I think I may just
keep you, after all. How was it for you?"
He could barely talk. "Sandy, I..."
She cut him off with a crushing french kiss, and he
felt her hand slide between his thighs to again cup his
crotch firmly in her palm. "Never mind, baby," she
whispered. "All I have to do is look at you to know how
it was for you and that you belong to me, now."
"W-what?"
She chuckled. "You heard me. You're mine, now. I've
taken your little body and made it a part of mine. You
belong to me, my little playtoy, for as long as I want
you, which, if you keep performing the way you did just
now, may be for a very long time."
A slight tightening of her fingers around his testicles
emphasized the point, and then she stood up, put her
lower bikini back on, and reached down to gather him up
in her arms, holding his small body against her
tightly. "I'm taking you home with me. From now on
you'll work in the office as my assistant -- we can use
some bookkeeping help, and you'd be perfect for that.
And we'll have a place set up in the back so that
you'll be instantly available to me whenever I want
your little body. Who knows? I might even decide to
keep you permanently."
He squirmed helplessly against her. "Sandy, please,
I..."
She gave a low laugh and, pressing him against her with
enough force to take his breath away, raised his lips
to engulf them with her own, while her hands gently
caressed him until his budding erection told her that
he was, indeed, hers. Looking down into his eyes as he
lay cradled in her powerful arms, she said, "Put your
arms around my neck."
Almost without thinking, he did so. It was his final
gesture of surrender, and, with a triumphant laugh, she
carried him out of the weight room, past the pool, and
across the deserted grounds to the house.
END
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