“Mouth it through my shorts, boy,” he ordered.
Opening wide, I took the bulge into my mouth, tasting the sweaty, musky scent of his manly region. I ran my tongue up and down the ever-growing length, eager to free this beast from the confines of the fabric and taste his raw meat.
“You want that cock, don’t you bitch?” Jack said.
“Yes I do,” I whimpered.
“You will refer to me as “Sir”, maggot. Now put your hand up inside my shorts and stroke me,” he insisted.
I ran my hand up inside his shorts and lightly grasped his fat appendage. My hand barely reached around his massive girth even though his cock was far from fully erect. I stroked his uncut cock, feeling his foreskin pull back to expose the pre-cum slickened mushroom head.
“Massage my balls gently, boy,” Jack ordered.
His nuts were heavy, easily the size of golf balls, wrapped inside a low hanging sack of velvety soft skin. As I tugged on his ball sack, Jack let out an audible moan.
“Yea, bitch. Love having my balls worked on. Don’t you fucking forget it.”
I stroked his cock a few more times, amazed at how he continued to grow thicker and longer.
“Now beg for it,” he instructed.
“Please Sir, let me suck your big cock,” I genuinely pleaded. “Let me taste your leaking cum.”
“OK slut, pull down my shorts and get to work,” he commanded.
Without hesitation, I yanked his shorts down, his now semi-hard cock springing free at last. As the elastic in his waistband slipped over his rod, it bounded free and slapped hard against my cheek.
Wrapping both hands around the based of his cock, I opened my mouth wide and took his glistening plum-sized head into my mouth, using my tongue to explore the sensitive knob.
“No more hands, boy,” he ordered as he thumped me hard on the head. “Put them behind your back, just like I saw you yesterday. You’re going to learn to service my cock the right way; none of that fucking jacking off shit. I can do that myself.”
No way was I going to be able to deepthroat Jack’s big cock like I did the surfer-dude yesterday.
“Don’t forget those balls,” he ordered as he gave my face a hard whack with the weight of his meaty erection.
I sucked each ball into my mouth, rolling them around my tongue and lightly slurping as he laid his heavy rod across my face.
“OK, cocksucker, let’s see how much you can take.”
He roughly grabbed my head and forced his cock back into my mouth. I immediately started to gag and reached up to push him away with my hands.
“I said no fucking hands,” he barked as he pulled his cock from my mouth and went over to the workbench. He came back with a roll of duct tape.
“Put your hands behind your back, now,” he demanded. He wrapped several lengths of tape around my wrists, completely immobilizing my hands, tossing the tape aside.
“OK, shithead, let’s try that again, and watch your fucking teeth.”
He slowly slid several inches into my stretched mouth until his cockhead reached the back of my throat. I started to gag, but he held my head firmly, not allowing me to back off. As my gag reflex receded, he pushed harder and made additional progress. I had roughly half his rod in my mouth, but my throat just wasn’t going to open up and allow access to any more of his pole.
Without completely withdrawing his cock, he fucked my face for several minutes, training my jaw to accommodate his massive girth, but unable to get more than half his length down my throat.
Finally he withdrew his spit covered rod from my aching mouth. He grabbed me by my restrained wrists and yanked me onto my feet.
“Up on the pool table, boy, on your back and hang your head over the side. I’m gonna open that throat up and you’re gonna take every last fucking inch. Shit, you’ve seen those circus freaks that can swallow a whole goddamn fucking sword. All I’m asking is that you swallow my fucking cock.”
As I hung my head back off the edge of the table, Jack dipped his huge nuts into my mouth. “Yea, take those tea-bags boy. Now open wide and think about those fucking sword swallowers.”
With my head bent back, my throat and mouth were perfectly aligned and Jack plunged in deeply, until his fat head lodged into my unrelenting throat.
“Breath through your nose dumbass,” Jack ordered as he applied additional pressure, slowly forcing his rod deeper into my stretched throat.
At last, I felt his heavy balls bouncing against my forehead. Somehow, he had worked nearly the entire length of his massive rod down my throat. He put his hand on my throat, squeezing my adams apple roughly.
“Fuck, bitch, your throat is stretched good. But I knew you could do it.”
With that, he began to fuck my throat with deep, powerful strokes, pulling all but the head from my mouth before pistoning his rod back down my throat, his balls smacking against my exposed face on the downstroke.
I struggled to breath through my nose, fearful I would pass out from lack of oxygen as he continued his brutal assault on my throat. He was fucking my face like a pussy, deep dicking my throat over and over. Thankfully, his cock was leaking huge amounts of precum and it was acting as a natural lubricant to keep my throat slippery and wet.
After several minutes of this action, I knew he was intent on fucking my throat in this position until he unloaded. Jack was starting to moan and he increased the pace, furiously pounding my throat. My arms ached under my pinned body, but the soreness in my throat was agonizingly painful. If he didn’t unload soon, I was sure I was going to pass out.
Finally, with a loud grunt, he drove his massive tool deep into my throat and exploded. “I’m fucking cummmmmmmmig slut,” he yelled.
I felt several spurts of hot jizz pour down my throat before he pulled his cock from my mouth and finished shooting over my exposed face and chest. His load was huge, and even after shooting several jets down my throat, he completely covered my face and chest with his thick, stringy cum.
“Holy shit, bitch. That was fucking fantastic,” he exhaled as he used his cock to wipe the cum from my face into my mouth. “You took my cock like a real fucking pro. I’ve had bitches take it all before, but it usually takes several sessions before they can manage.”
I was exhausted, in pain, and completely humiliated, yet I felt proud as hell being able to throat his entire tool and make him shoot his load.
He grabbed a box cutter from his workbench and rolling me onto my stomach on the pool table, cut the duct tape from my wrists.
“Jerk off, bitch,” he ordered.
I rolled over onto my back, grabbed my rock hard rod, and with only a few jerks, erupted all over my flat stomach, several shots reaching all the way to my neck.
“Now get over here and clean my cock completely,” he instructed.
I jumped off the pool table and kneeled between his legs, licking his cock clean, savoring the taste of his spunk. Even soft, his cock was a mouthful as I sucked every drop from his spent tool.
“You like that jizz, huh boy?” he asked.
“Yes Sir, I love it,” I replied, not having to lie.
“I think we have a very workable arrangement,” Jack chuckled. “But I have some homework for you.”