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Off in the corner of the Grand Bazaar, Kaveh finds himself staring at this strange sign. A ‘natural penis’? What do they mean by that? Sex? A sex toy? What could it be?
Curiosity gets the better of him, or, perhaps, an unnatural force draws him in to follow the sign. After all, having a ‘natural penis’ on his own body is something he deeply desires. Following the path through a beaded curtain, Kaveh finds a dark room with a display of disembodied penises, and they’re real, there’s no question about that, lit beneath the glass, floating and twitching with life. The atmosphere is unnerving, it feels as though he is not alone but there doesn’t appear to be anyone else in the room.
“Oh! Huh. I guess that’s what they mean by ‘natural penis’, how strange,” Kaveh concludes out loud, not sure what to make of the disembodied dicks.
“Ah~! A customer~!” A sultry woman’s voice rings out. Kaveh looks around to locate this melodic voice before finding himself frozen in place.
“Right behind you sweetheart~!” the voice continues, exactly where she says she is, behind him, “You can’t look at me, okay~? You understand, dear~?”
“Yes mistress, I understand,” Kaveh says in a low voice, confused, as he had no control over saying those words, “What was–”
“Just a little magic. Pay it no mind,” she cuts him off, “So! You would like a natural penis then? Let me take a good look at you, I know just what you need~!” Ghostly hands trail down his body, long fake nails skating against any exposed skin sending shivers up his spine. Her voice melodic and hypnotizing, his eyes have already fallen half lidded, mouth slack and agape.
“Sit back in this chair for me dear, and put your legs up here~” A chair materializes behind him; an unseen force pushes him to lay back into it, lifting his legs into stirrups. His pants have disappeared, yet his mind is too hazy to notice anything amiss.
“Look at you, all cleanly waxed down here~! Such a good boy~!” Whimpering as she strokes the skin around his already wet folds, Kaveh tries to wiggle away from her touch only to be met with coos and whispers that destroy his resolve.
Preening at the compliment, Kaveh tries to respond, “Thanks, miss…” His tongue feels thick in his mouth, lingering on his ‘S’ sounds for far longer than normal. His mind feels dumb, placid, willing to follow any order with just an utterance of ‘good boy’.
“That’s ‘mistress’ to you! But nevermind that! I can see what you’re in need of today~!” The brush of a thumb trails up the ridge of his labia. Involuntarily, Kaveh moans, turning his head to the side to hide his shame. His hands feel so heavy, unable to lift them to brush away the shadow descending on his lower half.
“I don’t need to paralyze you do I?” She asks with a dangerous edge in her voice.
“N-no! Mist…tress…” It’s so hard to talk, it’s like gravity multiplied tenfold. His eyes close as the fight in him quickly recedes.
“Good~, just relax for me dear, and let me work my magic~” She ignores his whimpers as she continues to toy with his cunt, “Yes, I see it now, this one will do nicely.” From the display case, one of the cock floats over to where Kaveh is laid out. Once it is brought down to his groin, it becomes difficult to see, her magic casting a dark, shadowy fog over his nether regions.
However, he can feel it all. With gentle pressure, the squishy member is adhered to the front of his body. He can feel it, precise fingers adjusting the way it lays, inspecting the balls, the shaft, and the head. He can feel the cock on his body, sensitivity growing by the minute. A few strokes and he’s getting hard. He can feel all the blood rush from his brain to his cock, dumbing him down even further.
“How…?” Kaveh whines, struggling to keep his eyes open in this dark, dark room.
“Magic is always around to make your dreams come true~. See? Look how cute, I think this little dicklet fits you so well, hm~?” She teases, flicking the head with her nail before allowing the shadows to recede. All at once, Kaveh’s strength returns, allowing him to lift his head and look down the length of his body. It’s so small. His new penis can’t be any more than 2 inches maximum.
“Perfect, isn’t it~? Now, let's seal this up, you won’t be needing it anymore, hm~?” She says, stroking a finger along the slit between legs.
“No, wait! But I bottom!” He pleads, trying to close his legs, but the stirrups won’t release him.
“Shh, no need to worry about that, my dear~! Why do you think I made you so small, hm~? I don’t expect you to top with that little thing~!” Her reassurances placate him, the sing-song nature of her voice casting a spell on him, “You’ll bottom like a real boy~! Analgasms only from now on. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, cum slut. That’s what you like to be called isn’t it~? Hm~? Cum slut~” Every word needles deeper into his brain, all his darkest desires leaking out for her to see. Peering into his mind, she can see the exact dynamic Kaveh has with Alhaitham, how he likes to be degraded, submissive, and owned. All ingredients for her to use to mold Kaveh into the perfect toy. All in due time, though, perfection cannot be rushed.
“Don’t worry~” She repeats, the words buzzing in his mind with disorienting intensity, “I’ll make sure you don’t lose out on the fun in here~” A toy is slid into his leaking folds, one that has vibrating pieces that nestle up against his clit and g-spot before, with a simple slide of her fingers, his cunt is sealed, leaving behind just a nearly imperceptible seam. The toy trapped inside him turns on and Kaveh doubles over with a breathy moan. He runs his fingers over the seam, seeking out the offending toy, determined to fish it out to no avail.
“No, no, we can’t have that,” She lectures, pulling his hands away from his taint, “You may not touch there, try again.” She sternly commands. With his hands released they quickly move toward his groin, but they get stuck, hovering in place mere centimeters away from that mind-numbing buzzing inside him. He whimpers in desperation, shaking and straining to touch his sex as if a forcefield were stopping his hands from coming any closer. Try as he might, he cannot lay his hands on the skin between his legs, and every attempt to touch it fries his brain even more, but he can’t stop, he needs it out, he needs to keep his pussy!
“Here, like this, dear~” She repositions his hands, placing one around his cock and the other with two fingers on the opening to his lower hole already slick with lube. She guides him to begin stroking his cock and pressing his two fingers into his rim. Tears form in his eyes as he continues without her shadowy hands forcing him to. It feels wrong and so confusing, yet so pleasurable, realizing that he has already had his last clitoral orgasm, he cries out, struggling against her compulsions.
“Good boy cum slut~. Why don’t you come for me now~?” She commands, forcing him to accept this reality before he’s ready, coming hard with a shout. His new cock even ejaculates a thin fluid that he recognizes as his own squirt. His hands fall to his sides in exhaustion. Another toy appears before him, a golden buttplug with a pink jewel at the base, sliding in before he can even acknowledge its existence.
“Just a little something to make sure you’re always ready to bottom like you’re used to, free of charge, of course, like everything else today~!” The vibrations have fallen nearly silent, she drags one long nail along the seam of his taint, “There’s no remote for this by the way, it’ll turn on when you need help being a good cum slut, magic is so wonderful isn’t it~?”
She helps lower his legs down from the stirrups, “Don’t forget to put your skirt back on, dear~” A pink, pleated mini-skirt appears in his lap. He mumbles a sleepy thank you as he clumsily steps into the skirt and pulls it up legs.
“You look good in pink~! You should wear it more often,” She caresses the front of his skirt, cupping her hand under his balls, “Now you have such a lovely little bump here, isn’t that wonderful~?”
“Yes, mistress,” he drones, his mind nearly completely fried, eyes blinking one at a time, unfocused in the dark.
“Good, now don’t be afraid to come back if you have any concerns about your new member.”
“Yes’m,” He mumbles as he stumbles his way out the door.
It doesn’t take more than a few paces away from the oppressive weight of his shadowy mistress for Kaveh to come back to himself. Funnily enough, Kaveh feels right as rain! The weight of his micropenis resting against his new balls is surprisingly pleasant along with the persistent quiet buzz nestled deep inside him, though, the breeze of air on his bare crotch is a bit unnerving. He must’ve forgotten his underwear at the shop. No matter, he can just add a stop at a clothing stall while he finishes his errands at the Grand Bazaar. Some new pink panties will do nicely.
Not one negative thought crosses his mind as he shops. He can’t wait to show himself off to Alhaitham when he gets off work!
After getting home, Kaveh tackles a chore that he’s been putting off for a while: getting rid of all those old, yucky pants. That’s why he was in the Grand Bazaar in the first place! He needed to stock up on new clothes as his old wardrobe had a startling lack of pink! Oh! And perhaps he should wash all his white shirts with his red cape so that they all turn pink! What an ingenious idea, he can’t believe he never thought of it before.
He loves the way his new panties cradle his diminutive package. He keeps finding himself rubbing it through the fabric, biting his lip in pleasure, feeling the rush as it starts to get hard before abruptly removing his hand. A good cum slut doesn’t come without permission, he reminds himself, so he must wait for Alhaitham to return.
And that he does. Before too long, Alhaitham returns home to find Kaveh bent over the divan folding laundry, pink panties on display peeking out the short length of his skirt.
“What’s this?” Alhaitham asks, rubbing Kaveh’s ass under his skirt, thumb sneaking under the leg hole.
“Just some new panties,” Kaveh replies, spinning around to face Alhaitham, “You like?”
“Everything you wear looks great,” Alhaitham brings his hands to rest on Kaveh’s waist, “But what about this skirt?”
“What about it? I’ve always had this skirt,” Kaveh shrugs, “The panties aren’t the only thing that’s new, though.” Kaveh lifts the bottom of his skirt to show off his new package.
“A new packer?” Alhaitham asks, pulling down Kaveh’s panties to get a better look, “It looks so real.” He begins to inspect it, gently massaging the tip and running his thumb over the balls. Insatiably horny, Kaveh gets hard almost instantly, lightly moaning as he gets examined.
“It’s about as real as it gets,” Kaveh whispers, his voice breathy, still getting used to the feeling of blood rushing to his groin.
“How?” Alhaitham asks, marveling at the Kaveh’s new prick.
“Magic, I guess,” Kaveh shrugs again, “Like it?”
“Of course,” Alhaitham leans in to whisper in Kaveh’s ear, “I always love whenever you feel comfortable in your skin. Did you want to top then?”
“No! No- I-” Kaveh frantically shakes his head.
“Shh, it’s ok, I was just asking,” He kisses Kaveh’s cheek. Teasingly, he bites the lobe of Kaveh’s ear. In response, Kaveh whimpers and wraps his arms around Alhaitham, pulling him to lay on the divan together on their backs, kicking his panties off in the process.
As if addicted to the taste of Kaveh neck, Alhaitham sucks and nibbles the side of it as he reaches down and around Kaveh’s cock, hard and resting against his body, in search of his slit. The vibration kicks in as Alhaitham’s fingers brush the skin between his legs.
“Where’s your…?” Alhaitham asks, eyebrows furrowing, still searching for the now sealed opening.
“Um,” Kaveh chews his lip, “I don’t have it anymore, more magic I guess.”
“I see,” Alhaitham says, blinking, as if dazed for a minute. Then, like a possessed man, he begins to disrobe, shedding his sash, cape and shirt before kneeling between Kaveh’s legs and unbuttoning his fly and releasing his cock, letting it flop onto Kaveh’s body with a wet slap. Their dicks are aligned and Alhaitham’s cock dwarfs Kaveh’s by a landslide.
Lightly rubbing their cocks together, Alhaitham asks, “Before, you've told me you'd never be interested in anal, I take it you've changed your mind?”
Kaveh’s cheeks burn bright, “Yes, yes, please fuck me down there,” he says as if he’s too embarassed to even say the word ‘ass’. Nodding with polite regard, Alhaitham takes Kaveh’s legs from behind the knees and pushes them to rest on either side of Kaveh, folding him in half.
“Hold these,” he instructs, eyes lowering to the plug in his ass, “Oh? This is new.” With Kaveh’s hole on display, Alhaitham finally notices the pink gem dwarfed by the cheeks of Kaveh’s plush ass.
“I’ll be sure to put this back when we’re done so we don’t spill any of my seed. We wouldn’t want that would we, cum slut?” Alhaitham asks, settling into his dominant persona. Kaveh groans as the widest point of the plug is removed from his sensitive rim, the ring of muscle squeezing around the empty space left behind, and nodding at Alhaitham’s comments.
Gently, Alhaitham probes Kaveh’s virgin hole with curiosity, already lubed up and ready for more; they’ve never had anal sex before, it was never a type of sex that Kaveh was ever interested in. The complete 180 on the topic has Alhaitham proceeding with caution, ever concerned for Kaveh’s wellbeing even if their preferred flavor of domination would have one thinking otherwise. Feeling empty, Kaveh’s pussy tries to clamp down on the small toy pleasuring his g-spot, but it’s not enough. He desperately wishes those fingers were just a bit higher, but he’ll have to learn to take what is given now.
Chewing his lips, tears bud in Kaveh’s eyes, mentally putting up a fight at the conditioning placed upon his mind urging him to crave anal above all else. He gasps, two inserted lubed fingers scissor him open and the internal vibrations explode. More, he needs more! A concerned look runs across Alhaitham’s face as he notices the battle between revulsion and desire happening inside of Kaveh.
“Color?” he asks, fingers withdrawing slightly, “Do you need something?”
“Green!” Kaveh cries out, “Please fuck me, now, please please please…” He pleads, eyes searching around the room, hole tensing around the tips of Alhaitham’s fingers.
“Oh? Well if you want it so bad, perhaps I should start calling you ‘anal slut’ instead,” with his clean hand he inserts his thumb into Kaveh’s mouth and holds his chin; with his other hand he hold his cock such that the tip is brushing against Kaveh’s rim, “What do you think?” He asks, already knowing the answer, as he uses his grip on Kaveh’s head to force him to nod. Woefully embarrassed, Kaveh is mortifyingly aroused at the idea of that being his new ‘name’, nothing more than Alhaitham’s anal slut. Moaning around Alhaitham’s thumb in his mouth, Kaveh writhes as Alhaitham slowly presses inside him, his girthy length stretching him so well, it feels so good, flowers bloom into fireworks all over his body and his eyes roll back into his head.
Despite lacking a prostate, every deep thrust inside him presses on something. The sensation is bizarre and addictive, of course he likes it, he’s Alhaitham’s anal slut. There is nothing he wants more than to be fucked in the ass like the anal slut he is. A dumb slut fucked stupid on Alhaitham’s cock. He swears with every roll of Alhaitham’s hips he just feels dumber and dumber, any semblance of concentration evaporating into thin air.
A play thing in Alhaitham’s hands, folded in half and feeling like he’s splitting apart from Alhaitham’s massive cock, Kaveh’s eyes water in overwhelm.
Dragging his finger along the bead of slick drooling out of Kaveh’s diminutive cock, Alhaitham hums in satisfaction, “I have to say,” he slows down his thrust to almost a complete stop, “this little thing suits you.”
Kaveh doesn’t hear a single word he says, “No,” he moans, wiggling against the cushions to try to chase after Alhaitham’s motionless cock, “Don’t stop, please!”
“So greedy,” Alhaitham toys with Kaveh’s cock, gently running his fingers around the sensitive head, smiling at how it makes Kaveh twitch and whimper, “Go ahead. Come.” Alhaitham orders, switching to pumping his hand around his cock, his broad palm dwarfing it entirely.
“No!” Kaveh screams, wrapping his legs around Alhaitham, and trying to push off Alhaitham’s hand, “Inside, inside, please!” He begs, eyes wild like a hungry animal.
“Good,” Alhaitham furiously fucks into Kaveh’s hole, Kaveh keening in pleasure, biting his lip in utter satisfaction, “You know your place, don’t you? You wouldn’t dare to come from anything besides my cock.”
“S-sluh…” Kaveh slurs, he’s completely lost in a sea of fog. Nothing in this world exists besides Alhaitham’s cock.
“Hm?” Alhaitham hums, almost a groan, clearly close to orgasming, “What’s that?”
“S-slut.” Kaveh tries again.
“Yes, good boy.” Alhaitham breathes, “Anal sluts like you can only come like this, isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” Kaveh screams, the admittance is enough to push him over the edge. Accepting this new name, accepting that this is how he must come, accepting that he’s just an anal slut, meant to be used and fucked, nothing more.
Streaks of a thin fluid coat his shirt, that buzzing inside him almost forgotten now, just another part of his new normal. Through his orgasm, he can feel certain ideas being washed free of his memories. Unless he’s reminded of it, he won’t remember ever having a pussy.
He’s an anal slut, that’s all he’s ever been and that’s all he ever will be. The ramifications of this fact will soon play out, but for now this unlucky blond is simply happy to be filled with Alhaitham’s seed.
Satisfied, he relaxes, lowering his legs as Alhaitham pulls out, the slow drag of dick the cherry on top in this mountain of pleasure.
Alhaitham presses Kaveh’s plug back inside, “Can’t have you spilling now, can we?” Kaveh shakes his head. An empty head and an ass full, nothing more is needed of an anal slut.
Pliant in Alhaitham’s hands, Alhaitham helps disrobe him of his soiled clothes, “We’ve made a mess of all your clean laundry,” Alhaitham kisses Kaveh’s forehead, “I’ll take care of it, but let’s go run you bath, hm?”
Kaveh nods, letting Alhaitham guide him to his unsteady feet, gentle hand leading him forward; Alhaitham really is quite sweet afterward. As Kaveh’s adoring husband, he’ll take good care of him, but, tragically, magic beyond his comprehension has blinded him for he cannot see that something is very, very wrong. They are now set forth onto a path from which there is no escape. There is no telling a witch what she can and cannot have, and, for her, they are but a pair of shiny new toys to play with.