The sound of high heels were the only thing Lucy could hear while walking down the dimly lit hallway, the clicking drowning out the heavy heartbeat in her ears.

"I hope you remember the rules of the establishment while you're here, you hurt my boys and there will be no place in hell nor heaven you can hide. You do not want to get on my bad side."

Lucy absentmindedly nodded and chirped in confirmation, not fully listening but knowing something was said to her. The woman in front of her took this as good enough and continued. The clicking continued until they stopped outside of a closed door. With a spin the woman turned and looked at her charge. Her glove enclosed fingers gently played with an unlit cigarette holder pondering. What? Lucy couldn't tell. She couldn't look the older demon in the eyes. Not only did she have bigger…everything, she had eyes that could stare a person down unflinchingly, like a hungry predator, but also held something soft that one craved. Something that screamed years of experience with a certain…aspect of life. Lucy couldn't look at them, out of fear and not wanting to forget why she was here. Instead nervously grasping at her skirt waiting for something to continue, eyeing anything in the hallway.

With a practiced motion the woman moved the holder to her mouth before pausing for a second and sighing. "Now, I know you haven't done this yet…" Lucy flinched inwardly. "...But I know what it's like, and I think you made the right decision. There's everything you want in there, no need to worry. He knows what he's doing even though it's his first too, so just follow his instructions and you both will be fine. He is dressed as you want him, now go enjoy yourself." Opening the door revealed a cozy, warmly lit room.

Lucy took a nervous step into the room and drank it all in. The walls were adorned with racks of…implements and carnal art. Candles were adorned on the tables in the room, sputtering their light onto the bed against the wall and the lone figure sitting on it. She jumped when the woman spoke breaking her trance, "Now if anything comes up just ask, have fun dear".

"Thank you ma'am."

"Hmm?" The woman groaned out.

"S-sorry. Thank you Madam" Lucy squeaked out.

"Good girl."

Lucy stood there for a moment, melting at those words, she savored them until she noticed movement on the bed. She finally took the figure in. Pale white skin, not as pale as hers though, that looked as smooth as silk on a dainty frame. Meeting a perfect balance of not too slim but not too muscled. Golden hair down to their shoulders hung on their head, flowing in smooth locks. He was wearing a skimpy maid outfit, completely showing off a midriff and hairless chest, white thigh highs clinging to his legs. Lucy's eyes traveled up from their navel, drinking in the splendor and widening when she noticed it was a male viera, where two rabbit ears drooping low on his head. When she saw that there were timid eyes looking back at her they both froze, like two deer in headlights, neither moving a muscle. Several tense moments passed before the viera spoke first.

"H-hi"

"Hi" was all she could croak out.

"Would y-you like to talk about what comes next"?

Lucy nodded.

"S-so we can start with names, don't know if mistress would like to sh-"

"Peg Master"

"Hmm?" The bunny boy tilted his head

"C-call me peg Master, not mistress"

Blushingly the bun boy nodded. "Well, that t-takes care of the second question of what w-we're going to do. I guess I don't mind what you call me, just nothing like piggy or anything degrading." He waited a moment for Lucy to respond. Lucy wracked her brain about what to call him. Good boy was good, but generic. Couldn't call him bitch or slut, She was a demon but she wasn't evil. Besides, he was cute and innocent, there was no way she could…

"Pet". The word just came out. She didn't even think, the word just appeared in her mouth before her brain caught up. She felt her face starting to flush just like the buns face in front of her.

Eyes going wide and…soft, he whispered it under his breath before continuing. "If that is what Peg Master wishes, I shall comply. From what I was told it's both of our firsts so I suggest a light system".

Now it was Lucy's turn to tilt her head quizzically. He was able to take this in and reply, "A light system, like traffic lights. Have a word for green: keep doing what you're doing, Yellow: slow down or reel it back, and red: instantly stop and check in with aftercare." Lucy noticed he was getting engrossed and was less nervous. She was still a storm of emotions and didn't notice until the third "Master?" That she finally was able to respond.

"Rutabaga"

The bun boy had a look of confusion on his face.

"For the red light. Rutabaga doesn't get brought up at all so it would be good."

He nodded and waited for her to continue.

Lucy pondered for a moment and blurted out "Kkona for yellow. Always slow down when there's Kkona mentioned."

With a giggle the bun nodded.

With a slowly melting heart Lucy thought on for the last word, something that instinctually indicates a good time. She wracked her brain while the bun boy waited patiently, back straight with hands in his lap. Her eyes widened then she brought herself closer to the bun boy, slowly leaning ever so closer to the reddening face. At the last moment she moved to be beside an ear and whispered "Bwaaaaaaah".

A flustered, "B-bwah?" was answered in response.

"No. Bwaaaaaaah, not bwah. Have to put more into it"

The bun boi tried to respond but could only nod. When Lucy straightened back up she could tell it had an effect on the bun. He had this…dreamy look in his eyes. A look that filled her with a special type of heat. A heat that she hadn't felt before even though she was surrounded by flames in hell.

"Stand pet".

He stood without hesitation. Back straight and arms at his sides, an almost perfect posture. His face still flushed and showing his nervousness, but his body did not sway. Lucy had to guess he was trained well, even without an authoritative gaze on her she was fidgeting, where he was not. She looked at him…looked up at him. Even with his dainty frame and soft features he was still taller than her even if it was only by a few inches. Something in her wanted to bite him for being taller than her. That frustration was building in her until a harsh "Kneel" came from her mouth.

He knelt in a heartbeat, the little maid skirt catching the air and teasing Lucy of what lay…and didn't lay beneath. Even while on his knees his posture didn't falter, the only difference now were his hands resting in his lap. He looked up at her with such soft, pleading eyes, looking at her like she was everything. She tried to hide her nervousness, trying to keep a straight stern face. She was toying with a boy. This wasn't like all those other times where she was behind a computer, where she could be as rude and lewd as she wanted, but this was in person. Anything said could be followed up, could be seen made by a faltering face keeping enough in check to sound like a top.

She had this growing heat inside of her, clashing with her fraying nerves, a heat pushing her ever forward into something she hadn't experienced before. She couldn't put a word to it. It wasn't lust or horniness. Being a femcel she was used to being horny on main and it was part of her job to act (although most of the time it wasn't acting) horny. But this heat, it was an entirely different beast, making its presence known but being unknowable simultaneously. Once again the bun boy knocked her out of her reflection by making a small whimper, just a tiny needy mewl just loud enough to be heard.

That tiny sound, that tiny, innocent sound caused the hidden beast to frenzy, demanding action. In a slow, drawn out voice, one that she didn't even know she had, she said, "Speak pet, what do you want?"

"Uhm, you have very nice legs master, may I please touch them?"

Once again she was knocked speechless. One, in her mind it was her role to give the orders and he followed, not being asked. Two, no one has complimented her in person, it was usually bullying from the bottoms. Three, someone actually wanted to touch her?

"Y-you may touch them pet…" he started to reach out, with a reverent look in his eyes. "...but no going higher than my mid thigh". He nodded and slowly reached out to her calves, barely touching them with his fingertips, acting like she was a work of art. Feeling his soft touch was a sort of agony. She expected a kind of fumbling, hard grab, but he was the opposite. He put the same amount of pressure everywhere he touched, a teasing trace over her tall socks, ever so graceful in his touch. Even though it was an entirely new sensation, she knew she had been missing out on this for years. The touch of another, almost nothing could beat this. The lust in her was starting to build, the oh so familiar heat she knew all so well.

He moved from one leg to the next, always keeping the same soft pressure, barely making an indent in the fabric, never going above her knee. She could see in his face that he was awestruck, so focused on his task that the walls of the room could collapse and he wouldn't notice. Then he looked up at her with a pleading look in his eyes, asking a question that didn't need words. She didn't know how she knew, might have been some help from the beast getting closer, but she knew what he was asking and she nodded.

The little smile he gave seeing her nod almost melted her heart, it would have if not for him placing his lips on her legs. Even though she had an idea of what he was going to do, she couldn't be ready for his lips making contact with her legs. Slow, soft kisses made along her shins and calves drew her to a state of being that she hadn't reached before, thinking to herself, is this what a Demon Lord feels like? Then she realized that he was indeed worshiping her. She was so used to being bullied for being a top that she didn't immediately recognize that some would treat her like this deity, well…some did their worship in glass jars.

Wanting to see what would happen she took a step back, moving a pace away from her pet. The sight she saw made her regret doing so immediately, for she saw a look of hurt on the bun's face, like he did something wrong. She immediately stepped closer and put her hand on his head and reassured him. "I'm sorry pet, curiosity got the best of me, I didn't mean to hurt you like that. Still new to all…this" waving to the scenery before her.

The bun melted into her hand on top his head and sighed. "It's okay peg Master, I forgive you". With that reminder she looked at the implements in the walls and spotted a section that reminded her of why she was there and a plan formed in her head.

"Be a good pet and go over to that rack and pick something out".

The bun looked over his shoulder at the rack and his eyes widened. He looked back at his master with those wide, excited eyes.

"Go on pet, pick something out. You can walk".

He pushed himself off the ground and turned towards the rack. He started to walk…

…"Make sure you strut on the way over there".

Pausing from his first step, he started to rock his hips side to side, flinging the short skirt from side to side teasing his soft exposed cheeks. Lucy was going wild inside, she had a thing for femboys but his ass was something else. Soft, supple, perfectly shaped, an ass that instantly made one want to slap it while walking past. She slightly deflated when he made it to the rack, only able to see the barest bottom of his cheeks, but was starting to admire his thighs. Admiring the place where they met with his delectable rear, heading down the smooth curves she finally noticed the end all be all of sights. His thighs were muffin topping over his thigh highs, the place where erections were born. She stared at the sacred place until she saw him holding what she was hoping he would pick. She nodded her approval and as he made his way over…

"Stop."

He stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you walking backwards?"

He was faced the exact same way he was when he strutted over to the rack. Nervously gripping the thing in his hands he squeaked out, "Reasons".

"Reasons? That's not good enough, go back to the rack and turn around and don't try to hide 'reasons' from me."

He moved back towards the rack and paused for a moment. Taking in a flustered breath he slowly turned around. Lucy could see the reason why he didn't want to turn around. She could see the tent he was making with the skirt, pitching up the short skirt showing off his balls and the underside of his shaft. Turning his face away while blushing, knowing full well that was all he could do to hide while under orders.

He wasn't alone in blushing, for Lucy was also turning a shade of red, this was after all the first penis she's seen in person. Sure she was a degenerate, seen all the hentai under the sun, even a couple dicks in her business email, but never seen one in the flesh. From what she could see, his was…cute. Not huge and throbbing with veins pulsing everywhere, not small and secretive, but appropriate for his body, and his body was cute.

"Come now pet, give me what you picked out."

With a shy nod still looking away, he made his way back towards his master, tent bobbing up and down along the way making for an equally if not more teasing show than his trip to the rack. Reaching the spot he was at before he offered what he was holding like it was a religious artifact. Seeing what he picked out brought a smirk to her face, for it was a rainbow strap-on, like the ones she's seen online about how far someone could take one, red tip to blue balls, except it was a modest size, guessing just a bit bigger than her pet before her. He held it there, looking down and waiting for her to take it, but after a moment the weight in his hands didn't lessen. Another moment he waited but still nothing. No comment, no movement, just him looking at the floor waiting for something to happen. He decided to take a look up and saw his master looking at him with a devious look on her face. Holding a hand to her face and an elbow in the other he saw a blush accompanying an evil smirk on her face.

"W-well pet, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me put it on?"

Brain stopping, the bun blinked for a couple seconds, trying to process what he just heard. Help her put it on? Like…get close to everything to put it on? Be close to her…

"What are you waiting for pet? It would help if you were lower." Feeling a hand putting slight pressure on his head he knelt. Slowly easing himself onto his knees he was finally back to his original position, looking up at someone. Lucy held up a leg, waiting for him to either hold it or start putting the harness on. Nervous herself, she could barely look, doing all she can to keep shaking. After a quick moment she felt it, a small pressure from a strap going around her ankle and then his hands guiding her foot back down. She looked down and saw a tender look on his face holding the other opening for the strap open. She stepped down into it and waited. He looked at her looking for confirmation to continue. Once again knowing what he wanted she nodded back.

He slowly started to raise the harness around her legs, nervous knowing where it was going… knowing what it was going to be used for. He continued feeling her soft legs, from calf to knee, from knee to skirt hidden thigh, from thigh to…rough fabric?

Lucy saw a confused look on his face and knew it was time to reveal herself. She undid buttons with a smooth practiced motion and threw her now detached skirt with a wild flourish. The bun averted his eyes for fear of getting whipped in the face by the skirt. After a moment he looked up and saw a…a sight. With a strap-on halfway up her thighs and with her hands on her hips, Lucy was standing proud with her pair of…jorts. It was a dazzling sight. An elaborate maid top and then just a pair of jorts and knee socks.

With a snicker Lucy could finally say her practiced line, "What's wrong pet, expecting a pair of lacy underwear? A simple pair of striped panties perhaps? But not jorts? Well I couldn't be here if it wasn't for these magical pair of jorts, shunting my six hundred pound cock into a pocket dimension, allowing me to be decent in public. What do you say to that pet?" She waited a moment, smuggly waiting for the reply.

"Bwaaaaah."

"Bwaaaaah?"

"Bwaaaaah."

"Alright pet, you may continue"

With giddy excitement the bun continued where he left off, having to be more careful not to have the straps catch in the denim. It was a bit tougher, having to loosen the straps to safely fit around the jorts but he was savoring how close he was to his master. Feeling her body heat and stealing small strokes with his fingers across her frame, smelling her girl smell with the all too familiar sign she was doing the same. Leaning down and sniffing his fuzzy ears. With everything finally in place he tightened the straps, being careful to straighten out the jorts to keep it comfortable for his master.

In a trance Lucy let all this play out with nary an instruction. Not only was she being touched by a delicious looking fembunboy, but she was also being serviced with such care by one. Someone that wasn't afraid of her having a six hundred pound cock, someone so happy to serve and please her at her command. On top of all that, his scent was intoxicating, just the combination of his boy smell and his hair product put her in a spell. It wasn't until she felt a movement around her hips that she noticed the bun flicked her strap-on in a playful jest, making it bounce up and down with the harness. The beast, ever so present finally let out a growl, letting her know it was still there and that something needed to be done.

"Did I say you could touch my cock yet pet?"

His face shifted from joy to a trained neutral. "No you didn't master."

"Then why did you think it was okay to touch it?"

Looking down and with his hands in his lap, "W-well after I finished putting on the harness you were just standing there with a foggy expression, and it was just out there so I thought I could just…flick it for fun."

"For fun?"

The bun nodded.

"Well…we are supposed to have fun, but you still didn't have permission to touch my cock. What do you think you deserve for not having permission?"

His ears dropped a little, "Punishment."

Her heart aching a bit looking at this pristine, innocent boy genuinely sorry for his actions, Lucy couldn't punish him. But she did think of a recompense for it, the lurking beast letting itself be known again with a roar, demanding answer. She leaned down and as sultry and stern as she could said, "I'm going to turn around and get a bottle, so get on the bed with a pillow under your butt and show me your most delicate spot."

With ears shooting up and a bright glow to his face he nodded and did as he was told while Master went to a nearby table with an array of bottles. Which lube to pick? Some she's never heard of, others she knew very well. Like one was a brand that she's seen in 55 gallon drums, now just in a normal bottle. Others silicone based, others water. A lemon scented lube? Just why? She finally decided on a water based one, easier cleanup from what she remembered reading. To her luck and annoyance she was short enough that the rigid strap-on went just under the table instead of on it, unused to having a "normal" cock she would have knocked over some bottles with it while reaching for her choice. Turning back around she stopped in her tracks with the sight waiting for her in the bed.

He was laying on his back on the bed, the frilly top undone enough to show off his hardened nipples, a hand covering half his crimson face. But the main thing that caught her eye was what he was presenting: spread legs showing his hairless balls and rigid cock along with his smooth ass, forward and present like a gift on a pedestal. Even expecting to see this sight she was still stunned. Not only was this the first time she's seen a boy in the flesh but his ass was somehow the most perfect ass she's seen. Hairless, smooth, in an almost cute little triangle, something in her just knew this was an ass meant to be teased and pegged. The beast was in a frenzy, throwing off heat that went everywhere, almost making her cream her jorts. With that sight something changed in her, the outline of the beast becoming clearer. Stepping next to the bed peering down at the bun she ran a hand down his shoulder. "What's wrong pet, something got you flustered?"

With darting eyes he was only able to get out a confirming whimper and a nod.

"Use your words pet?"

"M-master can see my…everything."

"Who?"

"Peg master can see my everything."

"That's right pet, I can see all of you. I can see your cute little ass, your hard cock, you blushing. All of you. How does that make you feel?"

"Exposed."

"And?"

"Aroused."

"How come pet?"

"Because, y-your the second person to see me like this and…"

"Finish your sentence."

"And I know what's going to happen!"

A moment of silence before Lucy continued the train of thought, "Because you know that I'm going to be the first person to peg your adorable butt." A twitch from his cock was the only response he gave. She moved up onto the bed, bottle in hand and tracing a hand down from his shoulder down his side, every couple inches getting a response from his cock. "Even though you're not saying anything, this part of you seems to be honest at least." staring down at his honest erection. "Thank you Mister Penis for being honest with me and telling me the truth." Moving to the left of him she was finally face to face with his hidden face.

"Now, what shall I do first? Could get straight to the point and drive this cock into you now?"

Twitch.

"Could just tease you until you beg me to penetrate your virgin ass."

Twitch.

"I could also just reverse the tables and let you ravage my virgin hole."

Another twitch.

"Looks like there's no definitive answer, whatever shall I do? Hmm?" Letting the air stagnate she brought the bottle out and opened the cap, the pop getting the bun's attention. Slowly letting the liquid drop onto her fingers she coated her 4 fingers. With the bun's attention she set the bottle down and poked his ribs. Getting a minor twitch from him and hearing something mumbled about cold, she slowly started to walk her fingers down to his hip.

"Wherever shall I go? My nice lubed fingers are looking for a place to play with but I have no idea where…do you know where would be best?" Going from his hip she walked her fingers over to his inner thigh, leaving cold spots in their wake. Positioned right next to his sack and above his ass she paused. Never having touched…well another person before she was curious what things felt like. Of course she's seen drawn dicks and balls before but that didn't inform her how they actually felt. Warily she brought her pointer finger up and poked a ball. A quick inhale was the only sound the bun made upon having one of his testes prodded.

Curiosity got the better of Lucy and she walked her fingers right under his sack, right on his taint. Slowly sliding up she spread the lube under then over his balls, getting a small moan and release of breath from their owner. Fascinated at the new feeling, she grasped his balls lightly in her hand, getting another sound. Never had she felt something like this before, first the feel of the skin was so different than anything else, and it was so SMOOTH. Not like freshly shaven legs smooth, this was another kind of smooth. Then there were his balls, firm yet soft, somewhat freely moving. She always imagined…

"Your sack shrinks?!?" Out of nowhere Lucy shrieked, startling the bun and causing him to bounce a bit. A silent moment strained between them when the bun finally realized that was a question for him.

"Y-yeah, you didn't know?"

"No I didn't alright! Just thought they dangled there. Didn't even know guys could cum in their sleep until recently." With a leading snicker the bun broke into laughter, causing his balls to once again retract and causing another confusing sound coming from their grasper. With him in full giggle mode he was unperceptive to the mood of the person literally grabbing him by the balls was giving off. With a small slide she grabbed his balls and started slowly pulling, getting his attention real quick.

"Sorry peg master! You were just too cute right then I'm sorry!"

A sigh escaped Lucy while she released is straining anatomy. "It's fine pet, you barely pass because you said I was cute, but barely." That was a lie. She couldn't harm this precious bun, he was too cute himself and she was able to see his manhood swing around during his bout of laughter, giving her another look at anatomy she didn't even have first hand knowledge of…yet. With a tentative reach she set her fingers around the base of his dick and enclosed her fingers around him. Getting a sigh and a moan from him, she tried to describe the feeling. It was hard but had a bit of give, oh so warm, and she could feel his racing heartbeat through it! It was another unique thing she hadn't felt before in her [REDACTED] years of life. She always thought they were straight as an arrow, but his had a bit of an upward curve. Sliding her hand up she felt the small little bumps of veins run along her palm until there wasn't enough lube and she felt the skin move with her hand. She never realized how thin the skin would be, but the core of his dick stayed true.

All throughout this the bun was making delicious noises, finally being touched after waiting so long. He was stifling his moans until Lucy got to his head, for she was not gentle. Touching the head of his penis felt good, but forcibly grabbing it was not. "K-kona! Sensitive!" Releasing him, Lucy quickly held her hands up. The bun quickly added, "the head is really sensitive Master, have to be careful with it."

"I'm sorry pet, first time around a boy." How was she supposed to know? It looked like a mushroom and looked squishable, so she just squished it, and she was right. It deflated and reflate like she thought.

With a quick nod the bun accepted the apology, knowing that he was at the mercy of a femcel. After a quick reapplication of lube, Lucy went back to probing the phallus before her. She noticed the tapered bottom of it and decided to prod around here. A lubed finger stroked along the underside of his head, on the frenulum brought out a groan and a twitch from the bun. Tracing her finger on the underside of his engorged head she noticed he was more vocal now than when her entire hand was on his shaft. "Guess you're right, it is more sensitive."

"Especially the u-underside." he squeaked out between moans. Making a full rotation around his cock head Lucy retracted her finger from him, deciding it was time to get to where things would really happen. Slowly making her way down from his balls and taint, she hovered over his entrance. Even though she was at his side she could still imagine it, there just waiting. Her middle finger tentatively reached out and touched his awaiting entrance. Even through a slight squirm from him she could tell that his ass was the one, the one that she's been dreaming of, a bussy for her. Before going any further she drizzled some more lube around him and her finger, reading somewhere there can never be enough lube.

Putting a little pressure on his entrance it finally let her in, and an entirely new sensation eclipsed the first two joints of her finger. First a pressure fully encircling it, a weird fleshy pressure, and then the warmth. The core heat of someone, the true heat of someone's inner being that is felt in special times. This heat connected to the heat already bubbling inside her, like lightning from her fingers to her jorts and to her brain telling her that is the nature of tops. A top yearns for bottoms and everything they have to offer, and the bun was offering not only his most inner self but the first chance to conquer it.

Finally awakening to the inner voice she finally took note of the sounds the bun was making, the sounds her pet was producing. Lucy didn't realize how delicious those sounds were until now, how invigorating they were, how confirming they became. She was the one making him sound that way. She was the one he bent the knee to. She was the one inside of him before anyone else. With a bit more pressure she entered deeper into him, her finger tip making it past the muscle and feeling his tunnel. Moving closer to his face, half lided eyes in ecstasy not noticing her, she moved beside his face and went "Bwaaaaah?"

Without missing a beat he responded back with a moany, " Bwaaaaah".

With that she ran her ring finger up and down and played with his lubed entrance, letting him know that her finger was about to get a friend. Using her already inserted finger as a support, she ran her ring finger along her middle and wedged it between him and her, slowly opening him wider. Through his moans she kept going until another finger made it through the tight muscle. Now she had free reign over him, something just felt right about having two fingers inside of him. Twisted her fingers she got a deeper moan out of him.

"That feel good pet?"

"Mmhm" followed by a nod was his answer.

"Don't think you'll mind if I do a bit of probing." She started to feel his inner walls. It was a strange thing, feeling the inside of someone else. Sure it was normal for women because that's how it normally works, at least something felt the inner workings of women, but men? Rarely…unless you were over 40, then most felt that. But exploring an ass without a medical reason? Now that was special. With that thought she got an idea. Twisting her fingers and drinking up the noises it made from the bun's mouth, she searched for it. The magic spot that others have said is the end all be all of male submission, the prostate. Being woefully uneducated about the male anatomy she didn't know where to feel, but she did have a boy wrapped around her fingers so she thought he wouldn't mind if she searched.

Clockwise, counterclockwise, deeper, shallower she searched and searched. The bun was starting to sound like an instrument at this point, making a delicious song, fueling the desire inside of her until she hit something that hit a high note. Going back to the spot she probed until she hit something along what she would guess the backside of his cock. It felt like a knot of muscle along the soft and smooth tunnel, but every time she grazed it the bun made sure to tell her with his moans. Finally getting a feel for where it was she started to prod it, seeing his cock flex she knew she found it, the fabled prostate.

The bun's moans went up in volume, frequency, and tone, making it well known that he was enjoying it. Like throwing gas on a fire those sounds made Lucy explode into a frenzy of movement, fingers shlicking in and out of his hole, curling over and over hitting that magical button. Hips bucking and cock flexing the bun took the explosion of movement from his master in grace, knowing it was her in control of his entire being. Lucy slowed down a bit noticing a copious stream of precum flowing from his twitching member. Prodding his prostate and noticing an increase in the flow something finally lit up in her mind: This is milking. She always thought it was just as it sounded, jerking a guy off over and over like milking a cow, she didn't even know that a prostate was for…something, but she knew it was connected to cum. Grinning ear to ear she finally thought of something.

"What's wrong pet? You sound like you're enjoying yourself but also so frustrated at the same time…" Letting the question fall off, giving her squirming pet time to fill in the silence.

With leg and ab muscles twitching and flexing he was able to eke out "want…need anything to touch me."

"But I'm already touching you my sweet pet, touching you in a very deep spot in fact" then prodding his prostate once more, getting a whimper and a twitch from him.

"N…need anything to touch me here" bringing attention to his cock with a twitch and a thrust.

"Anything?" Lucy said with a wicked grin. The bun nodded and groaned. Bringing her free hand up and reaching towards him, the bun watched with eager anticipation, only to be disappointed when her hand stopped inches from him. The bun groaned in frustration while she snickered in her teasing while also bringing herself closer to his twitching member. Taking a moment to make eye contact with him, Lucy pursed her lips and blew a stream of air onto his dick. She was thinking to herself that she was being clever, a little bit of air is anything, just to make him even more frustrated, but she did not know what a little bit of air can do.

As soon as the air hit him, the bun hit a peak with his moans. Thrusting his hips upward, his dick spasmed and let loose a stream of cum, landing just above his navel. With wide eyes Lucy could feel his orgasm rip through him, she felt him constrict around her fingers and felt his prostate throb. Spurt after spurt she felt it, seeing rope after rope escape him. After a half dozen spasms he stopped, laying there breathing heavily.

Fingers still inside of him Lucy was both shocked and awed. It was her first time making someone else cum, sure there were probably people who did the deed while listening to her stream or sing, but never had she been active in it…except for those few late nights in Limsa. But those don't count, they never count. But the act of making someone else cum like that, especially someone who threw themselves at your mercy, that was a surge of energy Lucy was discovering. Slipping her fingers out of him elicited a pleasured groan from the resting bun boy, luckily there was a well placed towel right under his rear. After ridding her fingers of the lube she knew that it was time. She positioned herself between the bun's legs with no resistance from him and took note of her handiwork. A flushed, sticky, and panting bun boy caused by her own actions, laying before her and open to her, this was a sight she was never going to forget. This was the reason she was here, to lose a virginity, even though it isn't the big one she was going to lose one. The bun reacted when she rested the strap in-between his balls and onto his still raging member.

"Are you still ready pet? You look ready with your cock still hard." Slowly grinding the strap along his member, getting it slightly lubed with the trace amount from his balls and shaft and getting a feel of thrusting. This elicited a moan from him, still sensitive from his orgasm, any contact sending electricity back through him. He looked up at her with tired but willing eyes, even after a powerful orgasm he was still ready to go. Lucy picked up the bottle and slowly poured it onto their grinding cocks, coating them, even unevenly, making the grinding smoother. After a moment of moving back and forth feeling how the strap moves, Lucy decided it was time to finally plunge into her willing partner.

Dragging her faux cock down his real one and lining up with his entrance a motto ran through her head, making her pick the bottle back up and drizzle more where they made contact. 'Must have been cold' ran through Lucy's head because he clenched when the lube hit. Now was the time to make one final call before sealing the deal.

"Bwaaaaah?"

"Bwaaaaah" was called back without hesitation. Getting the greenlight, Lucy gripped her cock and started pushing into him. She never expected it to require this much pressure to enter someone, but second after second she was making progress which the bun was sure to share with his sounds. Eventually the red tip disappeared in him and he loosed a moan feeling it. More lube was going to be needed so she picked the bottle up once again and started to drizzle it where they met. Guess the motto was right that you could never have enough lube. The red tip disappeared again but so did the orange. Pull back, drizzle, push forward, repeat with the bun moaning all the while she was doing this. All the while the beast inside Lucy was making itself more known. She was getting used to how the strap felt, it wasn't perfect, the point of contact where the harness and the strap was a bit loose but held firm. Looking at her pet she could tell that he was struggling a bit, but without saying anything and the moans he was giving she continued. Red disappeared, next orange, yellow was soon out of sight also, she was definitely making progress.

She realized that she could start making small thrusts like this, so she did. The first few inches were well lubed enough that she could smoothly thrust, even if it wasn't an ideal thrust. The bun made sure to let her know how he was feeling, moaning with each thrust she made, his own cock swaying with her motions leaking a stream of precum. She thrusted for a moment admiring the scene, but the beast was telling her it wasn't enough, it needed more. Another idea popped into her head, stopping her thrusts. The sudden lack of motion drew the bun's attention to his master looking down on him.

"What's wrong pet, have something to say?"

The bun opened his mouth but closed it again while looking away, not having the will to say it. Seeing her pet silent Lucy spoke again while slowly drawing out her strap, "Nothing? If it's nothing then I guess we're done here then, pegged you like we wanted."

This caused the bun to whimper and finally speak up, "Wait, keep…"

"Keep what? Keep pulling out?" drawing out more of her shaft.

"Stop! I want more."

"More what my dear pet?"

A moment slipped without answer and Lucy made a motion to start pulling out more, before she could the bun yelled, "I want more of your cock! I want more of peg master's cock in me!"

Savoring those words and letting them sink in, Lucy responded a few seconds later, "Now say it properly pet."

Pleading and needy eyes looked up at her, slowly melting her before he said, "Please peg master, may I have more of your cock?"

With everything that's happened and him saying that line, the beast finally had a face. Stepping out the shadows with a roar it was finally known, it was the dominant side of Lucy, finally found after years of being bullied, hiding to escape top persecution. But no longer would it hide, for she had a bun literally wrapped around her finger and was inches in him, proving that she was a top. A top with someone who wanted more of her. With a chuckle she looked at him softly, "Good boy" before slowly sliding back into him. Those words and the renewed motion made the bun groan in pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head.

Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter she pushed deeper into him, making the colors disappear. Even though she didn't pick a monstrous strap, she thought that there should be an end to how much he could take. Squirming and moaning the bun took all she could give him, his own cock leaking precum all the while the colors slipped into him. She slowly pushed into him, going deeper and deeper than she ever could with her fingers, getting a mirrored deeper groan from him. When she heard him straining she bent down, making contact with his straining cock, and seductively whispered "Bwaaaaah?" next to his ear.

A few worrying seconds passed before he responded "Bwaaaaah" back. A slight chuckle escaped her lips, knowing it was about to get exciting now.

"Good news pet, you've made it to the blue, I am technically balls deep in you. How does that make you feel?" His cock twitched and with the dampening of her top she knew the answer. She pushed forward a bit, just getting a few more millimeters in, enjoying the sensation of his cheeks on her thighs and the moans from him. "As deep as we're gonna get Pet, guess we can test how much pounding your ass can take." While slowly pulling out and savoring the moans and groans of her pet underneath her, she pushed back into him and moved back next to his ear. "We're gonna have so much fun…Chat."

Hearing that name the bun both moaned and went wide eyed, body stiffening. "H-how did you know?"

"Didn't think I could find you Chat? Hiding behind your keyboard, bullying and making fun of me while streaming all the while thinking you were safe. Saying I'm a bottom by being short while you're barely taller than I am. Bullying a pro gamer like me during all those games you don't even play. But I finally found you and so willing to get pegged by me too, doing whatever I say. Who's the real bottom now?." Rising up and looking down on her oh so beloved chat, she took in the sight again. It was all the better because she knew she caught him, the terror of her days, pinned and pegged beneath her. The pleasure still there with a hint of trepidation in his eyes. She drank it in, savoring every moment of it for she finally got revenge and finally pegged someone, the feeling was exquisite. But there was the Top in her in her telling her to do something, something that shouldn't be broken. Breathing in she looked him in the eye and went "Bwaaaaah?"

The moment of silence between them stretched a bit too long, so she started to slowly pull out, eliciting a groan from the bun. From blue to green the strap came out, leaving him inch by inch. Lucy could see him thinking but no words came from his lips. Following the green came yellow then orange, leaving the bun emptier. Not getting a reply she continued, from orange to red until the only thing left in him was the tip. Nestled precariously just within him, only being prevented from popping out of him by the head's bell-like shape. Finally the bun broke crying "Bwaaah bwaaah! I'm sorry Peg Master, I'm sorry! Don't pull out!"

Lucy didn't know she'd ever hear those words, but they definitely hit a button somewhere. Staying where she was, tip still just in him she slowly slid back in him. Only going to the orange and then stopping she spoke "Sorry for what pet?"

He made the connection that she wasn't going to continue until he fessed up. "I'm sorry for calling you a bottom when you're actually a top."

Lucy just looked at him, giving him a look that said there was more.

"... while I was an actual bottom wanting you to peg me."

She slowly pushed in until she was at the yellow all the while making sure to push it upwards to glide against his prostate. He felt it too and couldn't hold back the pleasure he was getting. Knowing what she wanted he continued, "Sorry for saying that you're a make-believe gamer while beating games that I never believed I could beat myself."

More pressure until it was up to the green.

"Sorry for saying that cat girls are cuter than demon girls when it's not true and for making you a cat girl sometimes!"

Now that was an apology she was looking for, pushing all the way back to the blue ball base, getting a satisfied moan from him. They stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling of the calm before the storm. Both of them knew what was about to happen in the following moments, making eye contact they could tell the other knew also, so there was only a mutual nod between them before the calm broke. The bun brought his hands down to hold his legs, easing some of the strain on his thighs. Lucy inched her hips back bringing the colors back into view, back until the tip was once again just at his entrance. Then slowly she slid back in, the tell tale moan of the bun telling her how he felt. Back to the base and then back out. Back to base and then back, getting a feel of the new motion she was going to do, making sure it wasn't too far out or too wild for she didn't have the natural tell of that. After the few practice thrusts she figured it was about time, the top in her telling, no, yearning for more.

Lucy finally picked up the pace, getting a surprise grunt from the bun. No longer a slow and careful fuck but something of a steady pace, getting a beautiful sound from the bun and having his cock start swaying along with the thrusts. Having her pet bun boy below her and in such a state sent fire through her veins. After years of ridicule and persecution she's finally pegging a cute boy, the sight and sounds making her jorts moist. Even though she wasn't getting the natural pleasure of pounding a boy's hole, there was a psychosymatic pleasure flowing through her causing her own sounds to come out. Those cute little strained whimpers made their way to the bun and in turn fueled his own sounds to increase. Cock swaying and whipping streaks of precum about him the pounding continued. The sounds of their flesh meeting filled the room along with their moans.

A giggle escaped Lucy's lips, causing the bun to look quizzically up at her. "It's almost like a thigh slap, how would you rate this chat?" while pulling her jort legs higher to expose more of her pale thighs, making the sound a bit cleaner

Taking a moment to register what she said the bun moaned out "Ei…eight out of ten".

"Well pet, that's a decent number, but what would you rate the other slap that's happening?" Once again the bun was confused until he followed her gaze, staring down at his free cock slapping against him. Left wordless, Lucy decided to position them and adjust her thrusts so the slapping was more consistent. He was leaving a trail and puddle of precum below his navel with each slap, able to quickly reapply more with his leaking cock. While not as meaty as their thighs, the slap his cock was making was accentuated by the moistness he was leaving. He stammered, not able to get any words out. Plap plap plap, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh continued to ring out while she waited for an answer. Seeing that she wasn't going to get one she lowered to their previous position, easing up on the slaps his cock was leaving.

"Since you aren't answering I'd give that a…8 out of ten. Good but not perfect. Not as perfect as my own cock slapping against you." That image got a moan out of the bun, causing an increase of precum from his leaking dick. Noticing that Lucy decided to strike. "What's the matter, imagining my huge cock around you get you worked up Chat? My six hundred pound dick slapping against you, making your entire body shudder with each hit making you even more hot and bothered?" The bun could only nod and moan with her describing everything.

"Use your words Chat or I'll stop."

"Yes it does Peg Master, touching your huge cock would be a dream and imagining it only gets me more aroused."

"Good Chat. Unfortunately I don't think anyone can take it, but A+ for being such a good bottom." They were both breathing hard now, that exchange brought her more and more pleasure. Just imagining getting her cock touched by the cute little bottom beneath her, Lucifer, that would be a dream. It brought her closer to the edge each time she thought of it. There was also the exertion of pounding Chat's ass, she didn't realize how tiring this whole thing would be. Like guys do this all the time? How are guys supposed to do this for more than 5 minutes? All she knew was that she was reaching her limit physically, sexually, and mentally.

Lucy leaned down, her hands now gripping the bun's legs propping them open and started going faster, getting a loud response from the bun. Her hips were thrusting short but she was making that up in speed. She couldn't get enough of this feeling of…everything. The sight of a boy below her, the sounds of his moans and their flesh smacking against each other, that feeling of contact and able to touch any part of him, and the smell…Lucifer the smell! The boy smell, all sweaty with the pounding he was taking and the hint of cum from his stomach, it was all intoxicating! Moving her head closer to his armpit she took a deep breath in, savoring that mind altering scent. Her other senses dulled after that whiff, making her sniff again. The world around her shrank away with only her thrusting and scent, the only things she noticed. That boy smell. That sweaty smell layered with past scents of soaps and other products and cum. She lived for this smell, especially from her favorite part, if only she could…

Lick. The feeling of a tongue on his armpit sent a shock through him, even more than the pounding he was taking. It was so strange. Anything else he could handle but that, it shot through him, almost making him bust with the new sensation along with his cock being pinned against him, grinding against skin and fabric. He wasn't adverse to the new feeling, just that it came out of nowhere. Like who would lick an armpit? It wouldn't matter because after that she went faster, the sound of them echoing in the room now, bringing him closer and closer to the peak. He wrapped his arms and legs around his master, bringing her closer to him and guiding her thrusts to be harder.

The taste, now she completed everything. Every sense taken up by her little bun boy beneath her, her Chat, filling her head. She felt an embrace around her back and hips, helping her thrusts pound into him harder. Moving her head she dreamingly looked up at her Chat who was also looking at her with foggy lust filled eyes. Both moaning and panting, both near their peak and heads cloudy, nothing besides each other mattered. The roof could have flown off and they wouldn't have noticed. She moved to embrace the bun, moving to the crook of his neck, able to feel the vibrations of his moans now, it drove her own. Both were close to cumming, just riding close to that edge but now just moaning into each other.

Lucy was the first to succumb to her primal desire, feeling it about to shoot through her; she bit the neck she was facing while her orgasm overcame her, planting the strap as deep as she could. The feeling of teeth and fangs breaking the skin brought the bun's orgasm down on him like a weight, tearing through his body while a moaned scream tore from his mouth. They both gripped each other through their peaks, clothes getting dirtied by ejaculate but not caring. Spurt after spurt, spasm after spasm, flex after flex they fueled each other's orgasm until they both saw stars.

After their respective spasms they finally relaxed in each other's embrace, just drinking in each other's warmth and just panting, too tired to move. Lucy saw a dribble of blood from where she bit and licked it up, savoring the iron taste. The strap was still deep in him, but he didn't seem to mind, exhaustion racking both of them to do anything about it. After a moment, Lucy tiredly spoke up, "How about that Chat, the best fuck you ever had?" completely forgetting they were both virgins. Not getting an answer she rose up a bit to see him, only now noticing he was fast asleep, his cute face asleep with a small smile.

Nestling down back onto her pet Lucy could only make herself comfortable and smirk out, "Such a fucking bottom Chat."