Famous Last Words by Kirby

Famous Last Words

(This story is to meet our group punishment)

We were just kneeling around, as subs do. The Ladies were occupied with deep conversations. They all seemed so enlightened, and just could not be bothered with the boys. Being the good boys that we are, there was no way we could allow boredom to slip in. The Ladies looked so content in each other's company. I just knew they wouldn't notice. I turned to steven and jarrod and said "I have an idea." Steven said "Are you thinkin what I'm thinkin?". Jarrod filled in the missing link, "Boys night out!". It had to be done.

We slipped out to go don our finest clothing. It was a night for a seedy bar and being in the company of vanilla women. It was a time that briefly our egos could come out to play. This was going to be super cool. We were twitterpated with excitement for the night. Jarrod said, "We are so cool and nice. The women will be all over us! I think I will find me a brunette.". Steven chirped, "We can poll shark them too with our mad pocket skills. Just think of all the money and girls we can get.". I nodded excitedly, "Hells yeah, and I am totally gonna booze it up and then grab some ass. Girls love that shit.". Yes, the further we got away the more the evil Lollygagger curse took us over. We did not even realize that is was creeping into us.

Back at the Dominion, the Ladies were so, so deep into the topic of Quantitative Domination and the side effects of FemDom Radiation. Lady Eva cocked up and eyebrow as She looked around. She noticed something was missing. It was distracting to Her, but She could not put Her finger on it.

The three wise men had arrived at the old Liquor and Leave Bar. They tossed the door open and a dramatic fog followed them inside. Jarrod was adjusting himself like a gangsta. Steven licked his fingertips and smoothed out his eyebrows like a pimp. I squeezed some extra hold gel into my hand and ran a fresh layer of hair gel into my hair like.....well like I always do. We were dressed to kill, and in unison we did the pretty boy swag right into a gaggle of chicks. Steven had pocketed Miss Fallen's official Dominion American Express and started ordering drinks for the whole bar. Jarrod hopped up on the pool table and started gyrating. He was using the ole' Magic Mike to seduce the vanilla girls. I stripped off my shirt to tempt the girls into cheap feels and offered kisses for $1 each. We were drunk in our egos and the finest vodka.

Lady Eva sprang up mid discussion and shouted "Sound the alarms!". Oh yes, Her super powers were great. There was no mistaking the tell tale sign of nausea. When that hit, the Lollygagger was attacking their property.  Miss Fres called out "Suit up Ladies!". Miss Fallen was receiving the bank fraud alert for the credit card usage on Her cell phone, so they knew were the attack was going down. Pussy Venom to the rescue! They cranked up their Harley and put a few Bondage Ranch boys in the bitch seat as bait.

Meanwhile, back at the Liquor and Leave Bar, the boys were in all sorts of compromising positions. Jarrod was lying across several girl's laps and being fed bar peanuts. Steven was grinding into his dance partner while smacking her ass. His British hoots and hollers were driving the girls crazy with lust. My pants were unzipped, and a botox lipped beauty was on her way down. The Dominion was just a faded memory. A sudden crash through the door stopped the whole bar from activity. More than a dozen women in purple leather jackets and mirrored aviators had crashed through the front wall. We were too deep in our egos to bother too much. We did not even recognize the Ladies. All I heard was was Jarrod grumble "Female drivers, pshhhh.". We tried to go back to our dirty little activities, but the ray beams from the Ladies aviators had the girls frozen. We rose up in anger. I shouted "Hey! I was just about to get my knob polished by this trick!". Steven kept trying to smack dat ass, but his hand was repelled with a shock. "This is not fair! I need my ass smackery!" he cried out. Jarrod's mouth struggled like a fish out of water, "Food! I need food and ball tickling! I'm dying!". We were so consumed with our lust and debauchery that we had not realized the Ladies were now amongst us. They fired angry words at us. Lady Eva growled out "Useless." Miss Fallen snarled "Pathetic wastes." Miss Fres gritted Her teeth, "Disgusting.". Miss Summer was scribbling on a notepad, and the Judgery stepped up quickly pounding Her gavel on each boy's head. I remember just before blacking out, that the realization hit. It was the Dommes of the Dominion. They were the mysterious, and often misunderstood heroic Pussy Venom!

When we came to, we found ourselves bent over that pool table with asses bared. I could see it in the other boys faces. The familiarity coming back to us. The Ladies barked orders of not to cum as we took it up the ass. They were using the fabled Anti-Lollygagger Dildo guns on us. Every thrust made it feel as if a mass was being forced up our throats. The other Ladies cheered and hurled insults at us. All at once, we got our relief, but not in the form of an orgasm. That mass in our throats came up and each of us spewed up a big pile of bullshit. It evaporated quickly and I swear I heard a little voice call out "Damn you Pussy Venom! Foiled again!". Our asses were freed, and we each dropped to our knees in gratitude. We sang out, "Oh thank You Pussy Venom for saving us from the evil clutches of our egos! Please, please take us back to the Dominion!". Our leashes were promptly attached, and we were led back to the rides. We got in the bitch seats quite contently, and were taken home. Oh, they did hose us off. The stink of tramps was washed off. We joined the Lady Heroes for a courtyard discussion and we sparkled like we were brand new. The conversation got deep and Jarrod whispered, "Hey, I got an idea..."