u/Uytye

She was watching him with deep intent. He was so lost, so not sure of himself. Yet he was such a beautiful boy, so beautiful indeed. He reminded her of herself, almost, beautiful. He looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so… Weak? No, he wasn't weak in that sense. He was tender, sweet, maybe gullible at most.

The boy had caught her attention some time ago. Perhaps about 8 months prior. He seemed almost angelic to her, and was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. He was tall, slim, fit, very cute, and had a crown of wavy, dark hair. She would sometimes see him on her walks throughout town. His handsomeness was combined with an impressive artistic talent, a sophisticated mode of speech, and a brilliant sense of humor and personality. Sirene, the Empress, had come to be fascinated by his purity and sweetness. At one point, she had approached him. It was in a garden by the edge of the capital. It was unusual for the Empress to approach a subject or make conversation with one; however, she broke the norm this time and approached him. She learned his name, his sophistication, and his thoughts on her. She could see the surprise and awe in him, and how he was eyeing her beauty. Of course, it was not meant to be. Opportunity arose when, tragically, he was caught with another man. As she learned of this news, she made use of her authority and prevented his execution on her own terms. It was heartbreaking to learn he couldn’t love her, but she couldn’t risk losing him; the world needed beautiful things after all. On the condition she could save him, she would be able to have him, and would forge him into her own. If he “couldn’t” love her, then she would make him.

He was blindfolded in the room in front of her, patiently awaiting the arrival of anyone to ease his confusion. She continued examining him through the glass before opening the door and walking slowly into the room.
“Hello, boy,” she began. He trembled, still blindfolded. She continued toward him. She slowly lifted his chin and took off his blindfold. In an instant, he took in her beauty. Her face was alluring, her eyes were like diamonds. 
“I know, right?” she began, understanding his view of her.
“Em… Empress Sirene….” he replied, startled. She smiled while she peered into him. She wanted to see what was in his soul.
“You were supposed to be executed,” She continued.
“Yes, I know,” he said, almost begging her for something.
“Do you know why?” She asked rhetorically
“Yes, I… I was…” He trailed off.
“You were caught making love with another man, which is not allowed in the empire.” She continued. “But, oh, you are so beautiful, such a beautiful boy… I had to keep you!” She announced, cocking her head at him.
“What do you say to that, that I saved you?”
“T-Thank you, gr-great Empress, I am so grateful, I-I will do everything to make it up to you-”
She put her finger up to his face. “You will do much more than make it up to me, boy!” Sirene interrupted him, giggling.
“Under the provisions that allow you to stay alive, I own you.” She was very excited to express her power.
“Oh, uh…” he said, looking downwards. ‘W-what does that mean-” 
“Oh, it means quite a lot!” Sirene announced. “In return for keeping you alive, I am going to… Make you straight.”
He was confused. “What?” he asked. He spoke with hesitance and a bit of fear in his voice.
“You heard me, I'm going to make you love me, make you love me uncontrollably!” She laughed, clearly pleased with herself. He looked back in fear. 
A few moments passed. 
“Nothing to say? Hmmm, just be a good boy, and nothing bad will happen…” She looked at him smugly, both knowing full well he was at her mercy. Sirene looked at him more closely, to make sure he was… Fitting for her, to make sure he was a good enough man for her. 
She eyed him for a few moments. She held the leash around his neck and brought them intimately close.
“Tell me what you think”
“You’re…” He thought for a moment, while she stared back with a smile.
“Stunning.” He finished.
“And?”
“Beautiful?” he didn't seem to know what to say. Sirene put her hand on his thigh and veered close.
“You’re pretty cute. Adorable even. Now, part of being a good boy is that you love girls. Not boys. But that’s no problem; I'll have you craving me and my feminine perfection before you realize!” Sirene looked down on him. She waited before giving her first orders:
“Undress your shirt,” she ordered.
“Uh, what?” the boy asked foolishly.
Idiot, she thought.
“You understand my authority is second to totally and utterly supreme, yes?” The woman asked rhetorically.
He didn’t reply, merely looked down and began to slowly take off the shirt that he had been put in. When it was off, she began to examine.
“Quite nice. I like what I see.” Sirene knew she had something good on her hands.
She raised his arm to study the veins on his muscles, both arms, to make sure he was good enough for her. She fondled his triceps, then moved to his chest to check out his abs and pecs. She pressed on the muscles to test their strength.
“Very nice, though I think these could be worked out a bit more.” She said, pointing towards his pectoral muscles. The boy carried fear in his eyes. She liked that.
“Do you ever work out?” She asked.
“N-not often, I do find my body's… Health important, however.” The boy was terrified.
Sirene smiled lightly. 
“Ah, we’ll work on that. You’re fit, and very handsome, but still, you can be improved.”
She stroked down his body, pressing the visible veins when she had the chance. 
She reached the base of his torso before making another demand: 
“Take off the pants now.” She demanded. 
He hesitated but obeyed. Sure enough, the lean meat on the young man’s thighs was visible, and looked good to the empress. Once he pulled them off and laid them on the ground, she instinctively groped his inner thigh, caressing up and down, around his ass to tease him. 
“I love this smooth, tender meat you have on your bones. The skin is smooth.”
He was fearful, but alas, could do nothing but stand helpless as she fondled his youthful body.
“Yes… Nice and lean, just how I like my boys.” Her smile that grew as she spoke carried a level of narcissistic sadism. Sirene stood back, fully examining him. All that remained was light underwear on the boy.
She waved her hand. “Continue undressing.”
Oh god, the empress wants me naked in front of her. His eyes were wide with fear.
“That’s an order.”
The small “What?” that escaped him sent her laughing.
“Do it, you fucking cuck!”
Ever so timidly did the boy begin to remove his last garments. She smiled proudly as humiliation filled him. When it was off, she could see her slave in full. 
“Yes boy, that’s what I like to-” She cut herself off when she noticed his hard, erect cock. She smiled again. 
“So…” She began. “You are a gay boy… But you get fully erect when a woman makes you undress?”
He looked down, totally petrified, unsure how to respond. Sirene was so proud of herself. She grabbed his ass cheek and played with it a bit, knowing he was vulnerable to temptation. Her other hand fondled his inner thighs and ballsack. 
Pleasure was mounting in the boy's body, and he desperately craved more.

Her feminine body was perfect, almost angelic; she was just so smooth, he was stunned at her beauty. Her feminine hands were much better on his penis than any boy's. He started breathing heavily, and in time got hard.
“Good boy… I can feel the blood flowing into your cock.” She reached down to play with more of him, grasped his erection, and started going up and down his shaft. He let out a deep moan as her gentle hands played with his penis. The only word that escaped him was a low “yes…”
Sirene continued, “You will cum when I let you, not before, not after, understood?” She waited, but he didn’t reply quickly enough for her.
 “Understood?” She said with more inflection, grasping his dick hard. “Yes!” he gasped.
“Good,” she said. She was impressed with his clean-shaven cock, and dug her nails into the underpart of his cock, eliciting a response of a hard moan. “You like that?” She softly asked rhetorically, “Yes, i-it hurts so good!” He cried out. She began moving her nails around the tip and the underside of his cock, leading him to moan and shudder like crazy.
“You're a good boy. Maybe better than any other boy I’ve made love to.” 
“Thank you, thank you, Empress,” the boy eagerly replied.
She smiled and looked into his eyes. He was so desperate, almost fearful. But he deeply desired her. She found it alluring. She released his penis from her grasp.
“You know, you could’ve been dead today. But I saved you.” She stated.
 “Yes, I know, I know, Sirene.” His voice sounded weak. 
“Who do you have to thank? Who is the sole reason you are alive?” She taunted him.
“You… E-Empress.” He stuttered.
 “Say my name. What did I do for you?” She barked
“Empress Sirene saved me! She is why I’m alive!” He exclaimed. 
“Yes boy! And I can take that away anytime I want, so be good!” She laughed to herself. She was aroused by her own power. She grabbed his head. He was so beautiful, wavy, long black hair like hers, shorter though, and as dark as the night. An astute face and a sharp jawline, and eyes like diamond stars. His shoulders and chest were wide and structured. She kissed him, once. 
He felt so ashamed and blushed, “Thank you, Empress; you are so beautiful-”
“Oh yes, I am, boy; I’m the most beautiful Woman in the whole world.” Her pride alone was seductive. 
The two paused in a locked gaze for a moment.
“I am going to use your face as a toy.” She smiled and giggled.
He looked beguiled. “Y-Yes, empress”.
The silence in the room was terrifying to him. She grabbed him by his hair and shoved his head down, shoving his face onto her crotch.
“Eat. Eat, boy.” He was already very obedient, and he started eating and licking the fabric covering her vagina. She loved the feeling, and expressed it audibly. “Good boy! Very good boy,” giggling to herself. She held his head back and forced herself out of her robe. He gasped at her beauty. Even though he had loved boys earlier, he could see how beautiful she was; Her ass was round and firm, and came out a bit, giving her a nice curve. She was more muscular than he had anticipated, and her thighs looked delicious. But most of all was the pink flower in between her legs; it was beautiful, as if handcrafted by the gods, designed by angels. 
“Beg for me.” She ordered, holding his head by his hair. “Beg!”
“I- Empress, I love you!” He was so desperate, 
“Beg, adore me!” Sirene commanded. She could see milk on the tip of his dick. “Goddess… I want to obey! I want you to own me!” He was already totally under her spell.
“Goddess? Very good, I am Freya, Aphrodite after all.” She smirked. “Goddess of love, letting you make love to her…” She forced his head back on her flower, digging her nails into his neck to force him there. He instinctively began licking and kissing, even using his teeth to please her. Sirene found this very pleasurable, sounding her pleasure.
“Keep eating, don’t stop until I tell you!” She was loving her new servant's work. The sounds escaping her throat made him even more adamant about eating her flower. 
“Lick Harder!” she demanded. She shoved his face as hard onto her vagina as she could. The boy licked and moved his mouth as hard as he could, as fast as he could; his jaw was tired but there was no way out but through. The juices coming from her vagina were so delicious, it made him lick deeper into her. She was roaring with pleasure and desire, her eyes rolling back into her head from the pleasure. “Keep- Keep going!” she demanded. She was nearing climax, and he could feel it. She got louder and clearly more pleased, and finally, she screamed in pleasure as her body shook with an orgasm. An eruption of divine juices spurted from her vagina into the boy’s mouth. He licked and drank every last drop, eagerly.
“Oh my god… You are such a good slave!” She was impressed with his work. Sirene lifted her thumb to his mouth and made him suck. She could tell he liked it.
“Queer boy, sucking that like a cock…” She giggled. She left to get something, and returned with a rubber stick, as well as something else he couldn’t make out. He smiled.
“You're finally gonna take some cock” She said with a smirk. She found the entrance of his ass and slowly moved the toy in. He shuddered in pleasure, and in pain. She found his prostate, and started massaging it. He moaned. 
“Thank you Sirene…” He let out. She pounded his ass before sticking the toy all the way in. The pleasure and pain was great for the boy, and it made him weak and easy for her.
She turned the Vibrations on and he groaned loudly. She loved it.
“Keep moaning like that” She ordered “I love those noises.”
He reached for his cock to stroke it. Immediately, her appreciation of him turned to fury, and she slapped his hand hard. 
She grabbed his face. “Excuse me?” She demanded.
“Umph, I-I was simply-” he was interrupted with a hard slap.
“And you can’t call me by my name, you will call me Goddess or Mistress.”
“Yes- Oh, Ye- Oh, Oh! Yes goddess!” He struggled to get it out through the prostate pleasure. The vibrations were kept on while she disciplined him. 
“You are my slave boy now. I own you, you are nothing without me.” She told him with another slap. “Only me, your goddess, your savior, can give you pleasure. Not you, only your master.” She continued. 
He was afraid, and squirming in pleasure. “Do you understand?” She barked. “Yes! I do!” He replied hastily.
“Good”. She said, looking down at him. She grabbed the toy and continued toying with his ass, making him weaker.
“Make milk for me boy.” the Empress demanded. “I saw you were making some earlier, I want to milk you.” He was in fact horny enough that pre-cum was flowing in his urethra. She attached a balloon-like object to the tip of his tip, which started sucking his urethra. He moaned sharply, the sensation being foreign to him. She kept pleasuring his prostate and balls. The stimulation was overwhelming at this point.
“Those sounds are so hot…” She loved his moans. “Make milk” She ordered. She slapped his ballsack, and a liquid started draining out of his dick, as she intended. She loved the shape of his cock, she loved gay boy cock, and his was so soft and tender, but still rock hard, and a good size. “Good boy.” She said sharply. She threw him down and he writhed on the floor from pain-pleasure. He could feel himself being drained. The balloon filled up with a sticky liquid, and when it was about 2 thirds full she took it off. He shuddered. Goddess released him from the buttplug and stood over him.
“Good slave. You will make milk when I ask.” She told him. 
“Let me lay you the rules. Sit,” She said. He gathered himself into a sitting position as she continued:
“You will obey. Everything I say. You will do anything I ask you. You will cum only when I let you. You will accept any punishment I give you, no matter how cruel. You will submit to an existence dependent on me, as the ruler and owner of your reality, soul, heart, mind, and existence. You will beg for me, pleasure me, slave for me, and be ruled by me. You will not complain to me, disdain what I say, or disrespect me in any way. Do you understand?” She was firm. His darkest fantasies were coming to life.
“Do you understand!” She yelled impatiently.
 “Y-yes! Yes Empress, I will submit,” he responded. “Excellent”. She confirmed. She examined him for a bit, seeing how needy and weak she had made him. She walked to a counter beside them, and picked up an iron rod. “This is a 20 millimeter iron sound.” She said, astute as ever. The boy seemed to not know what she had. “Are you curious?” She asked, smiling. The boy spoke: “I do not know what that is, mistress..” He seemed uncertain. 
She laughed. “Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun…”
She started “A sound is a tube, used for properly controlling and dominating a boy's penis. Your penis is now owned by me, which I may use for pleasure, or for other reasons.” She smirked looking at him, proud of herself. 
“Rest over on that bar” Sirene ordered. He turned around and saw what she was talking about. He walked towards and laid against an ivory stand, with metal bars adjacent to it in all directions, forming a sort of cage.
His arms were firmly tied to the railing, his ankles tied down while both his penis and ass were left unprotected and easily accessible. She walked towards him while chuckling to herself.
 “You can’t run now,” she smirked. She took the moment to appreciate his naked body. It was so beautiful and strong. Slave’s body was vulnerable, with soft skin and a mind that was easy for her to mold. She knelt down in front of him and looked up at his cock. “Such a mighty shaft, eros.” Sirene began “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you…”
She pressed her lips and tongue to his cock. He shuddered in pleasure as soon as her lips touched his flesh. She pulled back to really look at his penis. She stared at the throbbing head and veiny shaft so intently, her thoughts enveloping her. Then in a move that surprised them both, she reached to the penis and bit down on the base of the head. They both liked it.
“Ohhhhh…!” he moaned out as the sensitive tip felt her sharp teeth.
 “See, I’m good to you” She said, “no need to fear”. Her tongue felt like heaven on his cock, the feeling of her soft mouth made him lose control. She kissed and licked it while he rolled his eyes into his head, before sucking on the head once.
Sirene absorbed his pleasure as she rested her mouth at the top of the tip.
“This is too good! I am not worthy!” Slave-boy was in great pleasure.
 She moved her soft, wet mouth down his thick shaft slowly and tightly. He was shaking as she reached the base. When she did, she bit down hard.
“Oh, Fuck! E-Empress?!” he dared ask. She quickly moved her mouth up off his shaft, teeth still biting sharply down to bring him great pleasure and pain. She popped off the head and looked up at him with drips of saliva down her face. He shuddered in pain and amazement at what he had just experienced.
“Good cock, boy. Tastes like real meat, good texture, smooth, vascular, and…” She trailed off. She moved to his face. 
“Clean me,” she commanded him. Slave moved his head to lick off the saliva and juice on her face. As he grazed her lips, she spat out the saliva and fluids into their kiss, with most of it going into his mouth.
“Swallow it up, boy. Clean up and swallow.” Her orders were sharp and clear. He slightly hesitated but lapped up the mess. Sirene stared back at him and ordered him back down.

She moved to the other side of his body to access his penis, where she began fitting the iron sound into him. The process was very painful, as the boy had never worn a sound before, and mistress carried a slight sadism in her doings, but in time the sound was surely attached to him. The boy groaned in raw agony, with little idea of what was to come. She spread the bars on which he was tied to disable him even more. He was at his most vulnerable now. Sirene waited, then began to speak.

“You know, men have been raping women for thousands of years,” She began slowly speaking to him.
“Girls against their will. They had no choice, and they were violated in horrible ways.” She continued. He flinched at the discomfort of the thought.
“Men created entire political systems, entire religions to hold women down.”
“Most can't imagine what it would feel like to be raped, the terror and fear of it,” Sirene continued, staring him down,
 “...But I think you have a pretty good understanding.” She tried to hold down the excesses of her smile. He didn't know how to feel about that.
“I think that's actually something we have in common.” Sirene looked back at him. He looked spooked. “You know? How does it feel? I want to know what the other humans feel when it happens.”
He thought for a moment, not entirely sure what to say.
“It feels immaculate to be raped by you.”
Sirene was taken aback by this response but regained herself quickly. She blushed.
“You are so sweet…” she spoke softly. Approaching his rear, she raised her hand and smacked down on his clean, slick ass cheek. He moaned a little from it.
She struck again, and again, and again, again and again.
“Cuck.” She called him. “Look at you, all weak and easy before me.”
She looked down and noticed a bit of fluid on the ground. She smiled and felt impressed with herself, but quickly put on a face of anger to scare her slave.
“Are you cumming when I spank you?” Sirene asked sternly.
“N-no…” The boy responded. On closer examination, she could see the drips of semen still on the tip of his dick.
She spanked again, quite hard this time, twice for good measure. Sure enough, more drops of boy-milk spurted out of his cock. He was so horny; being milked masterfully but never reaching release was pure euphoria for him.
“Hm.” She pronounced. “Just going to lie to me now? Switched gears on me?”
The boy had already realized the error in his wording and froze up with fear.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you cum.” Sirene dictated.
“In fact, I think it’s more fun, for both of us, if the process of coming for you is long and drawn out.”
“I-I’m so sorry empr-” The boy was cut off with a hard smack across the face.
Sirene looked stunned. “What is wrong with you? You don’t get to fucking apologize to me for messing up, you work to earn trust back.” He was still bound to the iron bars and slightly panicked, doing his best not to show his fear. She could see through it right away.
“Aww! You know, boys are adorable when they’re scared! Cute cute cute!” She exclaimed. “Show me your best scared-cuck face!”
Was that a serious order? He thought. He let his fear be visible and the empress smiled.
“Awwww… You’re so cute! But… I think it’s time we get back to your emasculation.”
She raised the iron bars which bound his hands up, bringing him upright and standing, though barely. She left the room and returned with a paddle, an old-fashioned one, tapping his ass from behind. She tapped it while she spoke: 
“What makes cock and boys so much better than my perfection?” 
It was a serious question, the woman genuine in her anger that the boy couldn’t be easily controlled with her voluptuous figure. Little did she know, he was in fact a lover of both men and women; though never having slept with a woman, he clearly saw her beauty.
“I don’t know…” He said after a moment.
She grabbed his curly dark hair and slammed his face with her knee.
“Repeat that, please?” She was so angry she did not get a response that glorified her.
“I was born this way, please understand, I don’t know why this happened either.”
She didn’t respond, but gave him a death stare, something she was good at.
She moved back to the rear, grabbed the old paddle she had and aimed it like a golf club, momentarily stopping to adjust the position of his legs to make his balls more accessible from his rear. Adjusting her swing a few times to build up momentum, she struck hard. It slapped his ass cheeks, and most importantly, his sack held behind his legs.
He let out a loud groan, screaming almost. 
“You cuck… You better not come from this!” The threat in her voice felt real.
She began adjusting another swing of her paddle, 
“Let’s see how far your balls fly!”
The strike was even worse this time, and he howled. His ass was red already; the tender skin struck hard. His dick was in pain he had never even thought was possible.
“You like that?” She was fully into her sadism now. 
It lasted some time, the “batting” of his rear. As it went on, tears swelled up in his eyes. This merely encouraged her to keep going. Sirene was extremely wet at this point, the tingling in her vagina overwhelming her. Should I? She thought. He didn’t deserve to penetrate her yet, but temptation for a strong cock inside of her was starting to get to her. The boy was quite beautiful, so handsome, and had a good body. For a man? He had a wonderful ass! She finally gave in.
“You are the luckiest man in the world. You know that?”
He had no idea why capture, rape, and violence made him lucky, but he was soon to understand.
Sirene adjusted the bars again, the cuffing too, to bring him down on his knees, his arms still held up. A good thrusting position. He was exhausted, wishing for this all to end. Sirene stood in front of him and began to dance and sway her body in front of him.
“Lucky, lucky is what you are! Men have died, killed, just to see me present myself like this.” She still had a light skirt on, covering her most attractive parts. She removed it while swaying hypnotically in front of him, making sure to tease him as much as possible before he was allowed to see her fully naked.
The flower that was now in front of him was immaculate. Large lips - looked like it was blooming as well as looking like it had been hand-crafted by angels. Her butt too, was curvy, round, and was a mix of muscle and fat that made it firm and strong. His face flushed at the sight of the world’s most powerful woman standing heavenly before him. 

She knelt her rear to where his cock was. She almost forgot! A condom on the boy to protect her. Returning quickly, she put one on him. He stared at the masterpiece in front of him. 
“Well?” She said. Liquid dripped out of her vagina. Her embarrassment swelled.
“Oops… Guess you can see that I’m lusting for you now…” She played it off with arrogance, but knew she had to have better self-control with her slave. He wanted to stroke himself so badly. She adjusted herself once more, bringing her ass to his penis, where she could finally test her slave’s cock.
“You’re going to do all the work, boy.” She ordered. Grabbing his cock from behind her to move it inside, she instructed further, “Thrust at the speed I tell you to, no more no less, and you will not stop until I’m satisfied. Try cumming, and you’re dead.” 
Once he was put inside of her, he obeyed. He didn’t know which speed to go at, so he started slowly. It was the best feeling he had ever been pleasured with.
“Faster, idiot.” She demanded. Still in agony, ass still red, he picked up the pace.
“Faster.” Sex was a game for her, something she had on demand and could refuse when she felt like it. If it wasn’t hard, rough, fast fucking, she didn’t want it. He was going faster now, and the pleasure started to kick in for her.
“Harder!” she called out. “And faster!” He didn’t know how fast she wanted it, maybe a speed too much for his condition right now. He picked up the pace again, his thighs getting a full workout.

(That's all I wrote)