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Spin the Bottle: First Spin

"Well, this didn't turn out how I expected," declares Bradford, the well-built Beautifly walking around the woods. "I spun the bottle hoping to get one of those girls, but it stopped at me. Then, you and everyone else decided that by default it pointed at you. Now, I'm stuck with a dude. Man this sucks."

Cyrus, the micro Serperior on his shoulder, smiles. "Ow, that hurtsss, Brad. How do you think that makesss me feel? And persssonally, I'm glad the bottle put usss together. It's been a fantasy of mine to tame that firm, toned assss of yoursss."

The two were friends in college who had graduated the year before their other friends in the group. Bradford studied Criminal Justice while Cyrus got his degree in Computer Technology. During their studies, they shared a one bedroom apartment close to the campus. After graduation, they both got work at a local company and share that same apartment.

Bradford was always the type of guy who looked feminine due to being a butterfly with red, blue, and yellow patterns on his black wings; as a result, he did things to make himself seem more masculine. He went to the gym regularly to build up his muscles; he participated in police training; He played sports all throughout school; he flaunted his sexual conquests in life, especially with his current girlfriend, whom he met in high school. However, he did have a secret. He wanted to be dominated, a desire his girlfriend didn't want to fulfill. During his college years, he began to fantasize about being dominated by another man. Of course, his masculine pride wouldn't allow for him to express it openly. It's a secret he's kept for quite a while now.

Cyrus, despite his size is a very capable scale. Being born micro size, something very rare for his evolutionary family, he's had to deal with a lot of issues in regards to being one twelfth the size of everyone else in his family. By overcoming his trials, he has become a confident man with his own stable hold on his identity, especially in regards to his love for dominance. Gender does not matter, although he does lean homosexually; he just always loved being in charge and calling the shots when it came to sex. Since college, he has had eyes for the Beautifly, but the chance never presented itself.

"Cy, you're an awesome guy and all, but you're not exactly my type. I was hoping for that pretty hyena girl. She seems like she knows how to make a man work for it." The lepidoptera stopped to look up at the sky and let his thoughts on Khari run wild. "Besides, my girlfriend is on one of her stubborn streaks; my balls have never been so blue."

"Ssshe refusssing sssex again until you agree to be what ssshe consssidersss a 'real man' and take charge in the bed room?" The tiny, green grass snake had heard the butterfly rant about his girlfriend many times over their years of friendship.

Bradford sighed. "Yep. Again. Damn it, why can't she see that sometimes I want her to tell me what I need to do to earn her pussy, instead of me having to just whip out my cock, grab her legs, and thrust away?"

The micro naga looks to the anthro and casually says, "I know how to make a man work for it. I alssso know how to make a ssstraight guy like it. And, you are no exccception." The Serperior drops down onto the insect's hiking boot.

"Not this again," the Beautifly saiys in a nostalgic frustration. "We've been over this, Cy. I'm not into guys. You're a friend; you're a very good friend. And I don't...."

Suddenly, Bradford feels the sensation of the micro naga slithering quickly up his leg. He freezes, trying to suppress his submissive urges as the ophid makes his way under the insect's loose boxers. Looking down in shame, he sees the naga's t-shirt discarded on the ground. His eyes scan for a place to go; the lepidoptera makes a beeline for the bed of Kael's truck in the distance. He can feel the snake coil around his sack, constricting the butterfly's balls and causing his cock to stiffen. He feels the micro scale loosen the grip just as he reaches the tail gate. He sighs in relief.

Trying to regain control and maintain his masculine façade, the Beautifly says, "Alright, Cyrus, you've had your fun. Now, if you wouldn't mine could youuuuuu..." The security head bends over the truck bed as he feels the dominant serpent force into his unguarded asshole with no lubrication. He bites himself on his hand and tightens his proboscis as he feels the naga's tinyhands massaging his prostate, causing his antenna to vibrate and his grey face to turn red from the unexpected pleasure.

The Serperior feels the submissive insect's rectal walls loosen around him. He continues working the sensitive, neglected g-spot with a sadistic smile across his face. "That'sss it," his thought begins, "jussst a little more. Thisss bitch hasss kept me waiting for yearsss, and if thisss isss the only chanccce I'm gonna get, then I plan on enjoying every fucking sssecond." Under his hands, the prostate of the bigger male begins to rapidly constrict and expand. "Here it comesss!"

Bradford moans and unfurls his proboscis as he feels the liquid run through his hard cock and create a stain on his pants. He breathes heavily as he pounds his fist onto the truck bed, waiting for his cock to soften. He feels the snake roughly pull himself out of his anus.

The snake slithers up under the butterfly's muscle shirt and come out around the neck of his long awaited sex toy. "I told you, I could make you like it."

"More...please." The lepidoptera's voice has lost all masculine confidence, and his grey face is now a deep shade of red. "You made me cum, but I'm still hard. I want more; I need more."

Cyrus lets out a dominant sadistic laugh as he slithers up to the Beautifly's ear. He places his head into the ear and whispers, "That wasssn't jizzzz, my beautiful Beautifag. It wassss prossstatic fluid. Thossse blue ballsss of yoursss are ssstill full of fresh insssect juice waiting to be ssssqueezed out." The micro grass snake drags his tongue along the anthro's ear.

The insect's wings flitter as his body shakes from the serpent's dominant energy and actions. "Cy...P-p-please..."

The naga lets go of his captive's ear and lands on the bed of the truck. He uses his tail to beckon the butterfly closer. When the masochistic anthro leans in, Cyrus whispers, "Are you sssure that'sss what you want? I take my dominanccce very ssseriousssly. There will be no turning back until I'm done having my way with you."

The butterfly nods, no longer able to hide his submissive eagerness to finally be dominated by another man. "But first, I gotta take a piss." He raises his head to look around for a bush.

"Not ssso fasst, Beautifag," the snake declares in a commanding tone of voice, prompting the lepidoptera to immediately turn back around and return to his previous position. "Asss a ssshow of how ssseriousss you are about being my sssubmisssive toy, I want you to pissss yourssself while I watch." The serpent coils his bottom half and gazes directly into Beautifly's eyes.

Feeling the piercing of the naga's presence, the insect stands straight up, closes his eyes, and concentrates.

"Relax, Bradly," the snake suddenly uttered in a tone of authority with a slight undertone of sympathy. "I'm a massster who can't completely enjoy myssself if my bitch isss on edge. Otherwissse, I'll get bored and leave you with even bluer ballsss than your girl hasss."

The butterfly relaxes his body. His arms and legs go slightly slack; the wings fold inward; his feelers droop down; his cock softens. A wet spot begins to form on his leg. The spot widens quickly and begins to expand over his crotch. Urine shoots down his legs and spills out onto his hiking boots and the surrounding ground. He moans softly from a feeling of submissive bliss, having just wet himself in front of another man. After he empty's his bladder, his ears receive the snakes next order.

"Undressss and put your pisss sssoaked clothesss on the tailgate. Give me a good ssshow while you're at it." The snake loosens his coil and relaxes, secure in the fact that the butterfly is more than willing to please.

The insect immediately pulls off his black muscle shirt, kicks off his boots. For a moment, he proudly displays his built black chest and flat grey stomach by flexing his grey arms. He hops onto the tailgate then slowly pulls off his socks and lays them on the truck bed. He gets off the truck with his back towards the micro. He unfastens his denim shorts, leans forward to raise his tight, firm ass, and slowly pulls them down. Now only wearing his white briefs over his gray lower body, he turns around to face the snake and show off the fresh, yellow piss stain. He bends down to pick up the shorts and places them beside his socks. The urine on his briefs and skin glistens subtly in the moonlight. His hands hold the waistband tight in anticipation as he readies himself to pull them down.

The snake speaks in a commanding manner, "That'sss it for now my sssubmisssive ssslut. You've made me very glad I've decccided to graccce you with my time." Although the naga laces his words with superiority, he can tell by the trembling of the Beautifly's wings that the insect is enjoying this power play just as much as he is. "Now, Bradly, I want you to take a niccce long inhale."

"Yes, Sir." the lepidoptera replies not wanting to waste anymore of the Serperior's time. He leans back over the tailgate, using his arms for support. He gets his head about an inch away from the urine saturated garments and breathed in the strong order. The masochist's proboscis instinctively straightens from the new levels of submissiveness he is reaching thanks to his dominant snake.

"Howsss it sssmell?" The tiny serpents own sexual elation was beginning to build, having just got this ultra "manly" insect to finally submit to his will.

"Good, Sir; thank you, Sir." The Beautifly is so caught up in his want for the grass snake's touch that he can no longer keep his deep voice; rather, his every bodily fiber wants to beg for the green micro to have his way with him.

"For the ressst of the night, it'sss Massster."

The butterly's entire body tightens for a few seconds from the thought of his new moniker for the serpent. "Yes, Master."

"Excccellent." The snake uncoils and slithers seductively up the bigger Poke'mon's arm, stopping at the shoulder so that he can have direct eye contact. "Your next order isss to take thossse handcuffsss you keep on your perssson and sssecure your handsss behind your back. Then I want you to get on the truck bed on your kneesss with your faccce on the bed and that tight, sssoon to be no longer virgin assss in the air."

The Beautifly does as he was commanded. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the handcuffs he keeps for emergencies. "This count's as a damn emergency; my balls are about to bust, and I'm finally getting dominated after all these years." He reaches around to the other side of his back and binds his hands together with little difficulty. He leans with his side on the tailgate and uses his legs to push himself into the truck. He slinks around like a baby snake, eliciting a satisfied laugh form the serpent. He then assumes the prescribed position, with his ass facing the lowered tailgate and his cheek planted by the truck's back window. His prominent manbone has reshaped itself in the tight, wet, clinging fabric of his briefs. The night air begins to chill his piss laden underwear and legs; he shivers from the sensation.

"That'sss a good Beautifag, Bradly." The micro naga was now back at the insect's ear. "Now for the ressst of our sssessssion, I don't want you to move from that posssition." He runs his reptilian tongue over and around the submissive's outer ear; he nuzzles Bradford slightly as the lepidoptera let a whimper of pleasure escape his mouth. "I'm not a hard sssnake to pleassse. All I demand isss obedienccce, enduranccce, and an open mind. You've been a good little Beautifag and proven that you have two of the qualitiesss I look for in a sssex partner. Ssshow me that you have the lassst one, and you'll never have to worry about blue ballsss ever again. Unlessss of courssse I'm the one giving them too you. But a good bitch can expect releassse from me eventually."

Without a word, Cyrus slithered towards the insect's ass. He stops, allowing the butterfly to open his wings and let the micro travel on one of his most sensitive parts. The grass snake smiles at the Beautifly's unrequested offering. The naga slithers his way over the fragile extensions of his longtime friend and object of sexual desire; he admires his willingness as well as how the moonlight reflects off the red, blue, and yellow standing against the black of the lepidoptera's wings. He maintains his silence as he move towards the briefs, the strong stench of stale urine exciting him.

The snake slips under the elastic of the briefs and gives Bradford a rewarding slow slither down his ass crack, around his cock and balls, and back stopping at the willing insect's anus; he drags his now erect hemipenes the entire length of the journey, his hooks digging lightly into the sensitive skin of the bigger male's taint.

Then, tossing gentility to the wind, the Serperior forces his way into the tight love tunnel; he revels in the vibrations of the insect's body as he screams from the intense mix of pain and pleasure. The naga could no longer hold back. He slitheres, roughly thrashing his tail around inside the anthro's rectum. He slides slowly over the prostate. He stops with his twin cocks over the male g-spot.

Bradford was relaxed, lost in the pleasure of his submissive desires. He screams an octave higher than he ever has before when the dominant micro ramparted his way into the unsuspecting hole. His toes curl in anticipation of the stimulation to come, but his body relaxes as he feels no stimulation. After some time of complete motionlessness inside of his ass, he begins to think, "What's taking him so long? I've been secretly waiting for a real man to take me for a long time. My knees are starting to hurt. Maybe if I...No I got to show him that I'm worthy of HIM!" Moans of pleasure began to fly from the butterfly's mouth.

Cyrus slammed his swollen, erect, barbed dicks into the Beautifly's prostate. "FUCK!" the Serperior screams in his mind. "This feels as fucking good as I thought it was. I have my submissive Beautifag right where and how I want him. After tonight his secret desire will be satisfied by me." Lost in the dominant elation of finally pounding the man he's wanted for so long the snake speeds up his assault on the defenseless prostate.

The serpent can feel the rectal walls getting wetter, slicker. The loss of friction makes his reptilian rods slide faster of the increasingly sensitive orgasm button. "I'm not...gonna lassst much...longer. Oh well...this bitch isss mine now...This won't...be...our...lassst...night...I'M BUSSSTING!" The snake grunts uncontrollably as his serpent nut coats the area of the rectum around him. After his final release, his body goes slack as he feels himself slide backwards out of the insect's fuck hole.

As he felt the snakes random, hard fucking of his g-spot, the Beautifly couldn't hold back his sounds of pleasure. His dick strained against his piss briefs as his desire for the snake's dominance built higher and higher. No woman ever made him feel like this. His moans became louder and louder with each passing, lust fueled second. When he felt the warm jizz of the micro spread throughout his hole, his wings began to flutter, lifting his back slightly in the air and bending his ass toward the truck bed. He let out a long, drawn out moan as he felt the entire length of the snake slide out of his anus and into his tight sex heated briefs, breathing heavily with nothing but the need for the serpent to grant him final release.

The snake slowly picked himself up and slithered along the lepidoptera's taint and rapped himself around the insect's thick, veiny, throbbing cock. The Serperior uses his body, lubricated by his own cum and the Beautifly's natural rectal juice, and begins to work the needy shaft, constricting and loosening his micro reptilian being.

Bradford resumes his loud moaning as the snake's body easily takes control of his release hungry cock. He feels his man juice rush through his cock. He whimpers when the snake suddenly constricts his poor manhood. " PLEASE, MASTER!" the lepidoptera screams, his words echoing in the area for all to hear. His moans of ultimate sexual elation immediately follow as the naga lets go only enough to let the insect's cum slowly trickle out of the pisshole, sending a constant wave of pleasure from toe to antennae.

Between the sensation of the butterfly's trembling body and the hot, fresh insect load running over his body the snake's desire for dominance is sated. He releases the lepidopteraan flesh staff and slithers out of the briefs and up the anthro's stomach. After he reaches Bradford's head, he gives the submissive the order to lay on his side; the Beautifly does has he is ordered.

Cyrus drops onto the truck bed and declares to the panting man beside him. "Clean me."

The anthro uses every bit of energy he can muster to lick every inch of the dominant micro. To his surprise, tasting the mix of bodily fluids brings him another flavor of pleasure during the night of sexual bliss, and he hopes many more would follow. He finishes his task and waits the for next order.

"Now, lisssten up, Beautifag." The serpent's voice was tired but still full of dominant energy. "Thessse are my final wordsss for tonight. I want you to ssstay in this ssspot until I wake up. You are a good little fuck toy, and I welcome you to take the pleasssure of my company whenever your girlfriend leavesss you with blue ballsss; in fact, I expect it. Goodnight."

The grass naga slithers up to the anthro's face and gives the insect a long, slow goodnight lick with his long skinny reptilian tongue on the cheek of the insect. The naga slithers back into the bigger male's briefs and slides easily back into the recently devirginized rectum. He curls up and settles in the warm moist tunnel for the night.

Bradford was glad that he finally let himself live his secret desires. He was happy that he let his longtime friend take control, and looked forward to the nights that this feeling would be repeated. As his body adjusts to the position, he thinks, "So long blue balls; now my girl can't use sex as a weapon anymore. And I still get my desires fulfilled regardless of her bitchiness. Thank you, Master."

[To read the combined ending of this story and the ending for the two companion pieces involving the other characters, choose this link: https://www.sofurry.com/view/738587]

[To return to the introduction to read either of the other companion pieces to this story, choose this link: https://www.sofurry.com/view/735690]