A gay story: A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07 Although this is a stand alone story, it it the seventh part of the story of a man whose life is turned upside down when he meets a stranger in a park. It contains scenes of nonconsensual and submissive gay sex. If this is in any way offensive please find another story If you read on please enjoy.
Special thanks to Kenji Sato for helping to edit this story.
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I landed in Minneapolis Saturday, for my final flight of the day. As I completed my final checks and flight logs, I pulled up my burner phone and saw there was a text from Mark. I put the phone away and exited the Boing 737B and headed for the hotel shuttle.
I would wait until I checked into the room to read what my tormentor had in store for me. The stupid burner phone was my idea as part of my plot to get free from the pervert after he manipulated me during a run in the park two weeks ago. Not only did my plan fail miserably, but now the hole was dug so deep, the burner was my way of communicating with him on a daily basis.
He required daily video chats from my hotel room, so he could force me to humiliate myself for his amusement. Sadly his amusement usually ended with me coming on camera for him, and now with a dildo in my ass, or in some in other compromising position.
Hard to convince my wife Amy I’m being coerced when I’m on video jacking off until I come riding a vibrating dick. More frustrating, was my cock stirred as I thought about what he would ‘make’ me do that night.
When I pulled up his message, I was surprised.
Mark: You had an exciting morning yesterday and a long day. Take the day off. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Me: Thanks
I was a little surprised he responded immediately.
Mark: What time do you finish in LA tomorrow?
Me: Should be at the hotel 8PM Pacific
Mark: Face time me when you get in CC
I was relieved I got a full day reprieve, but his nick name for me reminded me just how far I had fallen. Yesterday morning, I had to put on a red spandex Tee with the giant white outline of a cock and balls on the chest with the letters CC inside. I was actually grateful for the red and black wrestler’s mask that covered my face. The outfit was completed by wearing nothing but black thigh high stockings and a garter belt down below.
When I tried to leave my briefs on, I was punished with a two-foot-long wooden handled heavy-duty stainless-steel spatula. So I spent the morning in my ‘Captain Cock-whore’ uniform, either on my knees sucking his dick or bent over taking his monster cock in the ass.
I was on the first night of a ten-day trek before returning home to Dallas to my family and my nemesis. My pilot schedule often keeps me from home several days at a time before returning for a few days off. He told me I would need to come for him every night for the first seven nights and then I would have to ‘rest up’ for three days before I returned home. At which point, I would have to pay him a visit to service him before I could see my family.
It all happened so quickly. After a chance encounter in the woods with Mark on my first jog in our new city. He manipulated me into sucking his cock after setting it up to look like I was the perv soliciting him in public. When he brought his twisted cop friend into this, there was no way out.
Officer Reeves was all too eager to assist him in painting a picture of me as an obsessed cock sucker harassing poor unemployed Mark Thomas with offers of cash for cock. In return for his assistance, Mark makes sure that I service Officer Reeves as needed.
His latest plan was to arrange for a ‘poker night’ to develop an excuse for me to go to his house every week to service him and provide a cover story for my wife Amy so she would not suspect anything. I’m sure the bastard intended the pun of ‘poker’ night, with me as the poke-ee.
With the night off, I decided to have dinner with the rest of the flight crew and turn in early. I had not slept particularly well of late, contemplating the fall out if my secret were ever revealed.
The crew consisted of a new copilot I had not flown with before. Her name was Mabel, of all names. I hadn’t come across anyone with that name since childhood. She didn’t look like Mabel. She was twenty-eight, had served in the Air Force for 10 years and made her way through flight school and earned a degree while serving.
She was attractive with short dark hair and brown eyes. She married a fellow service member who still served. They had no children but planned to have three children in their thirties. I was envious of their structured, planned life and thought if I’d had that level of discipline, I probably would not be in the position I find myself.
The flight attendants, Juan, and Carla were familiar to me from before the move and so it was good to catch up. I was grateful for the distraction and the dinner seemed to fly by. When I returned to the room, I could feel fatigue catching up to me.
So I called Amy briefly and talked to the kids before turning in. With her mom there, Amy sounded much better despite having a rough day with the new boss. She vented a bit but was overall in good spirits.
“It’s just so frustrating.” she lamented. “When we interviewed, he seemed so appreciative of my experience. But in reality, he only sees one way to do any job. His way. I am every bit as effective as he is, I just take a different approach. Somehow, I need to read his mind and handle every situation exactly the way he would do it.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said cutting myself short. I’ve found it best to listen and not try to fix it for her.
“It is getting a little better as I learn his way of doing it. I at least make it look like I’m doing it his way and he eases up. Hopefully, he’ll back off once he feels comfortable with me. I just hate being micromanaged.”
“I’m glad to hear it’s a little better. Hang in there. I miss you and love you. I think I’m gonna turn in. It’s been a long day. Kiss em’ for me.”
“Sleep well, miss you too. Hurry home to me! Night, night. Love ya!”
“Love ya.” I replied as she hung up.
As I tried to sleep, I replayed the events of the previous day and how pathetic it was to be humiliated for his amusement. But even as I pictured it, my cock stirred at the memory of coming with his big cock in my ass. It was a sensation almost beyond description. The added tingling of the nerves in my ass, combined with the stimulation of my prostate was mind boggling. The orgasm was so much intensified, I could never have imagined…
What happened next was a complete lack of control that only seemed to hasten my spiral of debauchery. I pulled up the video of my humiliation and watched it lying in bed.
There I was on my knees with the absurd wrestler mask and the ridiculous Captain Cock-whore shirt thigh high stockings and stiff dick after already coming twice.
“That’s good, now suction it to the floor and lube it up.” he commanded.
I watched my alter ego spread the lube on the three bulbed dildo, with two hands, as eagerly as he had lubed his cock earlier.
“Lube up your woody there, Captain. Wouldn’t want you to rub the skin off. It’s gonna be a busy week.” He teased.
I watched the close up of my still gaping asshole lowering onto the vibrating rubber cock. As the last and largest ball pushed inside me, I heard the moan of pleasure I released.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you, CC?” He teased.
As I watched myself rock my hips on the rubber cock, despite the humiliation, my boner pressed on my underwear longing to escape. I told myself to turn it off and go to sleep, but I couldn’t stop watching. With the mask on in the video, it was like I was watching someone else, but the memory of how it felt was oh so real.
I watched Captain Cock-whore rock and moan as Mark used the remote to vary the speed and pattern of the vibrator. He gripped his cock and spread the lube over it. I remembered how quickly the lube had me on the verge of orgasm number three.
“Not so fast, Captain Cock-whore!” he interrupted. “I didn’t tell you to jack off yet. Show me how much my horny little bitch loves her dildo first.”
I recalled the anger and saw my tomato-red face, through the mask eye holes as he taunted me again. Nonetheless, I watched myself, squatted on the eight-inch cock as it vibrated inside me, my hips rolled with a mind of their own.
The redness quickly faded, and my eyes closed, as Captain Cock-whore began to bounce up and down. His hips rolled and his moans grew louder and my movements faster.
I stopped the video, as my cock throbbed, and wetness seeped through my underwear. I was not allowed to come until he called tomorrow. But I knew there was a good chance he would torture me further and I might not get to then either.
I was disgusted with myself as I wished he would call back and tell me he changed his mind and make me ride the dildo until I came again. In my frenzied state, I got the idea that I didn’t have to listen to him. I could have control over my own body. So I decided to “show him.”
I dug the cock from my suitcase and suctioned it to a wooden tray that sat on the ottoman in the room. It was flat with ninety-degree bends on each end that hung over the edge of the ottoman. It could also be used as a tray to eat on in bed. Then, I took off my underwear and released my oozing hard-on.
I turned the video back on and set my laptop on the chair as I knelt before the dildo. Somehow demonstrating my ‘superpower’ to deep throat made me feel in control and I decided to lube the dildo with my saliva.
The eight-inch dildo had a one-inch diameter shaft with a three successively larger balls spaced about an inch apart. I pressed it into the back of my throat and could barely get my lips around the second ball. Then I backed off and went back in, forcing the tip into my throat until the first ball stopped me. Next, I relaxed my throat and pushed the first ball into my throat just missing the base with my lips.
I imagined his warm stiff cock slipping into my throat as I took his full length, while I plunged onto the dildo touching my lips to the suction cup base before pulling off to avoid the gag reflex. My cock was hard as granite as I reached my goal of taking all of the rubber cock in my mouth. My saliva gushed from my mouth, coating the cock until it ran down over the suction cup and onto the tray.
The tape was at the point where he was taunting me, by turning off the vibrator and making me beg for him to turn it back on. So I stopped it there and found the remote for the dildo.
Next, I straddled the ottoman and pushed the dildo tip gently into my asshole until the first ball stopped me. Then I pulled back slightly before pushing harder to force the first ball in. It seemed impossibly big, and I backed off several times before finally pushing through the pain. There was sudden relief after the ball pushed in and my sphincter clinched onto the narrower shaft with the next ball inside me.
I started the tape and watched myself as he teased me.
“Turn it back on, please,” I begged, meekly.
“You like it in the ass, don’t you, Captain Cock-whore?” He taunted.
“Yes, sir. Please turn– huh!” CC gasped as he turned it back on. “Thank you, sir.”
As I watched, I pushed the button to turn it on low. My hips began to roll forward and back, as I rose up and down. The vibration seemed to lessen the pain as I pushed in the second ball and then the third.
Each time it hit my prostate; a tingling rush passed through my lower body.
He continued to tease me on the video “Are you my bitch, Captain?”
“Oh yes,” I sighed.
“You’ve already come twice this morning and you’re hard as rock again.” My alter ego nodded on the video. “You want my cock again, don’t you?”
“Yes!” said Captain Cock-whore, emphatically.
My pace quickened as I watched the captain fuck the dildo in the absurd uniform.
“You like your outfit too, don’t you?”
I nodded along with Captain Cock-whore on the video.
“Use your words, Captain Cock-whore,” he said sternly.
“Yes, sir. I like my uniform.”
“Do you wanna jack off for my cock, cock-whore?”
I was bouncing along with the video nodding as I answered him on video.
“Yes please! Let me come for your cock again!”
“Are you a cock-whore, Steven?”
“Yes, I’m your cock-whore, please.”
“You can touch yourself now, Captain Cock-whore, but I want you to tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Thank you, sir.” I began to stroke along with the video as Captain Cock-whore complied. “The first time I touched it, I felt my dick stir from the heat. It’s so fucking big and so fucking hard. Ah Fuck! When I took it in my mouth, I never, ah, thought, I, ah! I could take it all.”
“Oh, but you did. Captain Cock-whore’s superpower,” he sighed. “And I’m going to need you to do that again and again.”
“Yes! Please! Ah! I want it. Uh, uh, uh!” I grunted along with the video, as my hand moved in a blur. “So, huh, hot and hard, inside me!” I said on video.
I yelled out in unison with the video, as the words were fresh in my mind from the day before. “I want it in my ass, Mark, please. Oh fuck, I’m coming for your cock, Mark! I’m coming, ah!”
My orgasm hit and I continued to jack off furiously as I came in unison with myself on tape. Only the load was so much more than my alter egos. He had already come twice. I fell forward leaning on my left hand, as I hammered out every bit of pleasure with my right.
As my climax passed, he clapped his hands together slowly but firmly. “That was epic, Steven. I will keep you, my friend. We’ll watch that together tomorrow night when you ride your dildo again. Unfortunately, I have to get ready for an interview, so clean all this up. And you need to get every drop of spunk off my couch. And I mean all of it. I want it to look brand new.”
The video ended and I continued to stroke my cock as I squatted with the vibrator all the way inside me. Next, I began to lick my own cum off my hands and my softening cock tingled back to life from the relentless vibration of my balls. The irony of my situation did not escape me.
In my act of defiance of his control over me. I defied his orders not to come, by doing exactly the thing he would be commanding me to do tomorrow. And even after a hard come, my dick was stirring again at the thought of tasting his cum again.
I sucked the cum off my fingers as I raised up off the vibrator and turned it off. Even as I tried to get control of myself, I saw the globs of cum on the tray and dropped to my knees to lap it up. I fantasized about him standing over me naked with his semi hard cock arching out and hanging down, making sure I licked up every drop before he would let me take him in my mouth again.
Once I’d gotten it all, I looked at the dildo, and imagined him making me to suck it clean. This time I was able to control myself. Instead I decided to shower and clean myself up. I took the dildo with me to wash off in the shower.
I washed and shaved in the shower while the mental images of having his cock in my ass flashed in my head. As a result, when I finished shaving, my dick was semi hard again. It was difficult to come to grips with the insatiable nature of my thoughts about Mark’s cock.
I dispensed shower gel into my hand and began to clean the dildo, mindlessly stroking it and imagining the feel of his dick in my hand. I stroked the rubber cock lubed with soap as my own cock stiffened again. The unstoppable need for more, combined with my defiance and frustration with the hold he had on me, compelled me to turn on the vibrator and feel it’s power as I stroked it.
I found myself pressing it against my hard on and stroking both with my lubed hand. I groaned with pleasure as the vibrator hit the sweet spot on my dick head. The thought of his boner pressed against mine, dwarfing my own cock but flooding it with heat had me whimpering with the need to come again.
I closed my eyes and let my imagination take me. “Oh Mark, your cock is so fucking big and so fucking warm, I wanna come again, please.” I said stroking harder. “Oh please let me come with your cock in my ass.”
I panted, on the verge so quickly from the vibration against dick head. I dropped to my knees and pressed the suction cup onto the shower wall at ass level. I adjusted it to high pulse mode and went to all fours, with my still gaping asshole aligned with the vibrating cock.
My dick was so hard, it nearly touched my belly, despite the fact I had already come just a bit ago. I groaned as the vibrating tip touched my hungry ass and quickly pressed the narrow tip inside me, stopping at the first ball.
“Oh God, Mark. I feel that in my balls. You make me so fucking hard, fuck me please!” I yelled as the lubed ball pressed inside me. I wiggled and rocked pushing the cock into the hilt. “I love feeling you inside me, please let me come with your cock in my ass.”
It’s impossible to explain the transformation, but I fucked the dildo on all fours, oblivious to the sight I must have been. A successful pilot, husband and father on my hands and knees naked with water pouring onto my back while I plunged myself against the giant rubber cock. But all that mattered was the tingling bliss that emanated from the pleasure cells in my ass, balls, and cock.
The intensity was overwhelming and nothing else mattered. Even as I grabbed my hardon with my right hand to make myself come with his cock inside me, I knew I’d want more and more.
“Please Mark, it feels so good. Please Ah!” I yelled, not caring who might hear.
My hand stroked faster and faster as I arched my back and struggled to maintain my balance. The tile was painful to my knees but the pleasure pulsing through my loins washed the pain away.
“Oh please! I’m coming for your cock, coming for your cock, com-ing-for-your-cah! Ah! Ah!
My hand worked furiously as my body spasmed uncontrollably with another incredibly intense climax. I groaned and grunted as wave after wave seemed to pulse from my ass and cock causing my abs to seize and relax with each blast of cum.
When I was finally spent, I rolled forward pulling free from the dildo and collapsed in a balled-up heap on the shower floor, catching my breath as the hot water washed over me.
Round two, seemed to do the trick and I was able to finish the shower limp dicked and satisfied. When I finished, dried off and brushed my teeth, I did something I don’t normally ever do. I crawled into bed naked. The feel of the soft sheets against my skin seemed the perfect topper on my evening. I snuggled into bed warm and contented and drifted quickly off to sleep.
In the morning, I awoke laying on my stomach, face buried in the pillow clutched in my arms, cock stiff as a board yet again. I could see the clock with my one exposed eye and realized I had awoken thirty minutes before the alarm. I tried to go back to sleep but the images of his cock flashed in my head, and I found my hips rolling rubbing my boner against the warm soft sheet. Memories from my college days and the multiple spontaneous boners every day came rushing back. When the morning wood hit, I would often rub myself off by humping the mattress. There was something about not using my hands to get myself off that made it more intense.
Now here I was reliving that sensation. I spread my legs and straightened them pressing my toes into the mattress for traction as my hips rolled. “Oh God, Mark please let me suck your cock.” I whimpered as the sheet tickled my hard-on.
In my college years I had to try to keep quiet for fear of getting caught, but alone in my hotel room, I did not want to be quiet. “I want your cock in my mouth please!” I begged with my voice echoing through the empty room.
As my pace quickened, I recalled how much I liked being completely naked and exposed when I came back in the day. So, as I’d done many times back then, I pressed my knees into the mattress and bent my legs, brought my feet up almost to my ass and kicked the covers down and off.
“I need that big cock in my mouth please!” I yelled as I fucked the mattress.
My hands were spread out next to my hips, palms down and my toes pressed against the sheets, so I could slide my body up and down rubbing myself harder and harder. I envisioned Mark standing next to the bed watching me as I showed him how much I wanted his cock.
“Please let me come for your cock Mark.” I shouted envisioning the overhead view of my naked body spread eagle fucking the mattress for him.
Even with the bed secured to the wall I could hear the thud with each thrust of my body against the sheets. As my climax built the image of me wearing thigh highs from my outfit as he watched me do it pushed me over the edge.
“Oh Fuck! I’m coming for your cock! Coming for your Ah! Ah! Ah!”
My body stiffened and back arched as my orgasm hit. Instinctively, my right hand slid under me and gripped my cockhead. I captured as much cum as I could so the sheets wouldn’t be soiled. Back then, I did it so my mom wouldn’t know what I’d done.
I collapsed flat on the bed, with my cockhead buried in my palm. That being my sixth orgasm in two days, I was able to easily capture all the cum in my palm. I laid there catching my breath holding my cum coated cock under me. After a moment, I rolled over and breathed deeply and slowly came back down to earth. In College, I would have grabbed some tissues and cleaned my cum up. But Captain Cock-whore does things differently. He licked the cum off his fingers and palm as Mark would have surely made him do.
I got through the day as best I could, trying not to dwell on how pathetic I had been after getting my one-day reprieve. On the drive to my hotel I found myself flushed with excitement and anticipation of what he would have me do. The closer I got the more my heart raced, and cock stirred. I was angry and ashamed that I was reacting this way. Any voice of reason was doused by the tingling in my cock, that had to be satisfied. In an attempt to speed up the process, I stripped naked in the bathroom suctioned in cock to the toilet seat and applied the lube to my dildo. As if that weren’t pathetic enough, I tasted it to confirm it was cherry flavored. After which I looked at the label to see I was in fact correct. For full disclosure, I tasted it off the dildo with my boner throbbing in anticipation of our call. Lastly, I positioned the tissue box in the proper location to hold the camera to get the most effective view of my boner when I performed for him.
At 8:00 PM pacific time, I face timed him from my burner phone holding it close enough to my face he could not see I was naked.
“Captain Cock-whore. Right on time, my friend.” His arrogant smile was wide and bright. “Where are you CC?”
“In my hotel bathroom, Sir.” I responded meekly.
“I do like your attitude and manners so far. But based on your track record, I need to make sure. Show me.” He said matter of factly.
I panned around the room and was quickly interrupted.
“Holy shit, CC are you already naked, show yourself in the mirror.”
I did as commanded and stood there buck naked, cock at full attention.
“Captain fucking Cock-whore. You’ve been looking forward to this.”
There was no point in denying it. I didn’t see any reason to fight it at this point. Coming with a vibrator in my ass was the best feeling I’d ever had, and my cock wanted more.
“Do you have your dildo ready captain?” he asked, smiling wildly.
“Yes sir,” I replied and panned toward the toilet seat. “I’ve applied the lube too sir.”
“Wow, I don’t know what to say CC. You really are happy in your new role, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, sir. Can I please ride my dildo and come for your cock?”
“This is almost too easy Captain, but I appreciate, your compliance. It will become more important as we spend more time face to face, or should I say cock to face.”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” I replied looking at the camera.
“This is good Steven; I’m going to let you get on with it. It is a little late here so, get your camera set up and I will let you touch the tip of my cock to your asshole and let’s make sure the camera angle is good. Do not penetrate until I tell you Sr. Captain, understood?
“Thank you, sir, understood.” I positioned the camera just as I’d practiced and assumed the position straddling the toilet, slowly lowering my asshole to touch the cock tip.
“Very good Captain. Look how hard you are. I bet your wife would love to see you that hard when you get home.”
“I hated when he talked about Amy, but the feel of the cock touching my pucker hole had me oozing pre-cum in anticipation.” I’d never felt a vibrator in action before him and it just added so much to an orgasm, it’s hard to describe.
I held my pose waiting for instruction or for the remote control to kick it on. It seemed like forever in the awkward squat when I finally spoke. “Can I please ride my dildo and make myself come for you cock, Sir?”
“First, I want you to tell me what you were thinking about before you called CC? You are awfully eager.”
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock, Sir.”
“What about it?”
“I want it inside me. I want it in my hands. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my ass. I think about it all the time. I wanna come with your cock in my ass, Mark please!”
“I’m glad you’ve come to grips with your true calling.” He said as the vibrator turned on low.
“Oh,” I panted.
“You feel it?”
“Yes sir, can I please push it in me Sir?”
“What an eager little slut. You may push in the first ball, my friend.”
I did so slowly but steadily, pausing after my sphincter relaxed on the neck of the cock between the first and second ball. “Thank you, Sir.” I groaned as the vibrator tingled through my ball.
“How does that feel CC?”
It’s tingling my balls.” I sighed, contemplating asking him to turn it up.
“Do you want more?” He taunted.
“Yes please, can I push it all the way in?” My legs felt like they may cramp as I held myself in the squat position.
“You may take the next ball in your slutty little asshole.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I sighed as I took the second. “That’s better.”
“Do you want to jack off with the cock in your ass Steven.”
He was using all my aliases, I thought as I nodded. “Please, Sir.”
“I think you should come without touching your cock. Show me how a true cock-whore comes without touching her clitty.”
I felt a wave of anger as he feminized and humiliated me, but the tingle in my ass, taint, and balls, reached all the way to my cock head and I wanted to comply. I wanted to experience the contact free orgasm again by working the vibrator against my prostate.
“Thank you, sir, can I please have it all now?”
“Since you asked nicely, you may.”
“Thank you, sir,” I groaned as I pushed it in, taking the strain off my knees.
The dildo vibrated deep inside me, and I rolled my hips filled by the eight-inch cock.
My balls touched the cool toilet seat as my cock remained rock hard. The vibration tingled through my taint and balls reaching all the way to my cock tip. “Please turn it up sir, it feels so good.” I begged.
“Such a good little bitch,” He whispered as the dildo switched to high speed and pulsed inside me.
“Oh thank you sir,” I gasped. My eyes closed and mouth opened, and I groaned with pleasure. “Feels so good!” I squeaked as my body leaned backward searching for the sweet spot on my prostate.
All of my frustration from being pulled into this by Mark seemed to leave my body as the plastic cock sent pulsing waves of pleasure through my loins. I surrendered to the sensation and spoke in broken gasps of bliss. “Oh fuck, I wish this was your cock inside me. It feels so good. Oh God, I’m gonna come for your. Ah!”
I ground my ass against the seat pushing every bit of the dildo inside me, rubbing the ball against my prostate. “Fuck! I’m coming for you cock, oh my God, coming so hard for your cock!”
My voice squeaked as my prostrate throbbed and my cock pulsed forward and back pumping any cum that remained after my three orgasms since last night. My mouth hung open, and I grunted like an animal as my body jerked uncontrollably while every muscle in my body seemed to contract in wave after wave of unbridled bliss. Coming in this way produced an almost steady stream of cum that oozed out and flowed down my shaft. As my orgasm passed and I regained some composure, I wiggled slowly on the cock in awe of the intensity of what felt like a full body climax.
“CC, that was awesome, my friend, but I must say I would have expected a lot more Jizz from such an intense orgasm. You haven’t disobeyed me, have you?”
“No sir, I’ve been good!” I exclaimed, like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. He knew! Fuck!
“Stevie, are you telling me the truth?”
Stevie was a new one, he hadn’t used it before. It only added to the busted child vibe. “Yes Sir.” I replied looking at the floor. Why I continue to lie, was beyond me. But the thought of the spatula on my ass was a terrifying thought.
“I think you protest too much, my friend. I want to see you clean up every drop of cum while I’m watching, and we’ll see if you are being truthful.”
I began by running my fingers up my shaft collecting it with my fingers. Then I held them up to the camera and made sure he saw it. Next, I sucked them clean and repeated, until I got it all off my cock and ball. After that, I stood up and zoomed in on the toilet seat, showing the puddled spunk in on the seat as close as I could, to make it look as magnified as possible.
“Lap that up and show me your tongue with it.” He said matter of factly.
As I complied, I was thankful the surface of the seat looked perfectly clean and the faint smell of cleanser lingered, even through the scent of my jizz. I pooled it onto my tongue and did my best to collect some spit along with it. As I held the phone to capture my tongue curled into a bowl shape pooled with cum, I found myself at yet another new low.
“He barked, I would have thought you’d had enough spatula Stevie, but apparently not!”
“But I, a, did as you…”
“How many times did you masturbate yesterday? Be honest, it will go that much easier for you, my friend.”
My inner voice screamed, “You are not my fucking friend!”
“No, I, a…”
“Apparently the spatula is the only tool that brings honesty, Stevie. You are a terrible liar, which makes you all the better as my cock sucker. None the less, I am done with your lack of compliance. I think it’s time to bring Amy into this…”
“No, please! Three times! I swear.” I yelled in a panic. I immediately realized how pathetic that statement was. As if he wouldn’t believe I only masturbated three times in twenty-four hours.
“Three times! Fuck CC you have another superpower. Able to jack off more than any mere mortal.”
I sat back down on the toilet seat edge and stared pathetically at the screen as he pondered my fate.
“I’m just not sure what to do with you Stevie,” he said in his condescending voice. “You have real problems with the truth…”
I decided to stroke his ego and beg for forgiveness. It was all I could think of. I did not want that spatula again. “I’m so sorry Mark, I can’t stop thinking about your cock! You said we would watch the video together and when you cancelled, I couldn’t help myself and watched it alone. I wanted it so bad when I saw myself coming for you, I couldn’t wait.”
“Tell me about all three times Stevie,” he said without emotion.
I began to describe the events of the previous night and saw his face light up as I did. I went into every detail, deep throating the dildo before riding it in time with my alter ego on the video. I even told him how excited I got watching myself in my Captain Cock-Whore outfit. I went on to talk about getting excited in the shower and suctioning the dildo to the shower wall and fucking the dildo with my ass as I jacked off again. By the time I got through describing my morning session of fucking the sheets, my cock was rock hard. It was as if something snapped in my head, and I wanted him to know everything. I told him I imagined being in my outfit as he watched me rub myself off on the sheets for him.
“Thank you for your honesty. You really are a cock-whore Stevie. Are you hard again?”
“Yes sir.” I said shamefully.
“Show me?” I panned the camera down. “Holy shit, maybe we should call you Boner Boy instead.” He laughed. “No, you are a Senior Captain, we should give you the respect you deserve Captain… Cock-whore.”
I said nothing but panned the camera back to my face.
“Hard to punish you after being that honest with me. Tell you what, no more coming tonight, Understood!”
“Yes sir.” I replied meekly.
“Good, if you ever make yourself come without my permission again, you will pay with your ass, got it?”
“Yes sir.”
“You’re where, again tomorrow, Captain?”
“Minneapolis, sir.”
“Good, same time zone. When you get to your hotel, you will face time and replay exactly what you did both times last night. Then in the morning you will set up the camera so I can see that tight little ass clench when you fuck your own bed for me and replay your third violation.’
“Then you will be done for the week. You will save up for poker night next weekend. You may not, under any circumstances masturbate again after you put your show on for me.” In fact you may only come with your wife or when I tell you from now on. You must keep your sweet Amy satisfied as much as possible. If you ever come without Amy or I present, you will be punished. Do you understand CC?”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” I said with a slight military cadence.
“Good night then Captain. Please show some self-control this evening and let that little cock soften on its own. Don’t think too much about tomorrow night or you’ll fall right back into bad habits that will get that tight little ass lit up.”
“Good night, sir.” I said obediently.
I was good and spent, so there was no difficulty maintaining control that evening. But as the next day progressed, the closer I came to our call time, I found my mind wondering and cock stiffening. It was unbelievable that the thought of humiliating myself on camera sent such an intense rush through my body. I was almost oblivious to the reality of my situation. I was married with children. A professional pilot, an excellent provider for my family and a caring husband and father. Yet with each passing moment the tickling tingle in my cock grew stronger overshadowing everything. I wanted him to watch as I showed him how much I wanted his cock. In my more lucid moments, I would see how pathetic and unsustainable this situation was, but soon that growing throbbing, tingle would take control of my will.
Between flights in Chicago, I needed to touch base with Amy and clear the evening for Mark after I arrived in Minneapolis. Part of me hoped maybe she wouldn’t answer as the lies were almost too much to live with.
“Hi honey, how are you? she answered, cheerily.
“I’m great. I miss you. How are Caleb and Ashley?” I replied, trying not to show my guilt.
“They’re swimming and about ready to get dressed and go to CiCi’s. Do you want me to get them?” She asked.
“I hate to interrupt them if they’re swimming–with your mom, I assume?” I hoped she would not put them on as that would only add to my guilt.
“Yes, she’s been great. Thanks for making the suggestion to bring her out.”
“Did you get some down time today?” I asked, trying not to show my anxiety.
“Some, but I did a lot of interviewing babysitters and think Betsy Ramirez may work out. She really sounds like she’s got it together, and her references all loved her. Do you want me to set up some time for you to interview her?”
“I trust you, Amy. If she passes your scrutiny, I’m sure she’s good. That will be a relief. Everything going okay at work?”
“Yeah, Tony’s still an ass, but that’s not gonna change. I have tomorrow off again, so I’m good.” She sounded a bit out of sorts, so I tried to sympathize with her.
“I hope things get better with him. I’m so sorry you have to deal with that.”
“It’ll be okay, I’m getting used to it. By the way, your lawn guy came by today. A little heads up would have been nice.”
“What?” I replied, confused.
“Your lawn guy, you met at the park? What’s his name… Mark?” she asked innocently.
My heart raced and I felt almost as if I might pass out. In a panic, I quickly tried to pull myself together and learn more. Her tone did not indicate a problem.
“Oh Mark. He showed up, today?” I asked, as calmly as I could, feigning indifference.
“Yes, he did. Did he have the wrong day? He seemed a little confused that I wasn’t expecting him.”
“Yeah, it was supposed to be next Monday when I’m home. So is he coming back next week?” I asked, trying to play it cool. I wanted to scream, hyper-ventilate and kill him all at once.
“No, he’ll be done tomorrow…”
“So he did work today?” I asked, panicking inside, but trying not to show it.
“Yeah, he worked like a dog, and got more than half the bushes out. I paid him the four hundred you promised, but we need to pay him another four hundred tomorrow. That is hard work, and it is hot as hell this week. Are you okay with that?”
“Sure, if you think so. How was he? I asked, starting to think he was just showing me how easily he could blow up my life. Message received.
“He was fine, I think Mom’s living some kind of fantasy, flirting with him. But he gives as good as he gets.”
“Do you want me to call him and ask him to come back on Monday, when I’m home?” I wanted to insist but did not want to arouse her suspicions.
“No, no, it’s fine. Just give me a heads-up next time. It was a little awkward at first, but he showed me the receipt from the ATM from when you gave him the money to help pay his rent. That was nice of you, by the way,” she said, sincerely.
He was fucking with me for disobeying and the feeling of nausea intensified, knowing she thought I was a caring neighbor trying to help him out, when in reality I was being blackmailed in an effort to save my marriage.
“Just be careful around him. I felt bad for him and gave him some money, but we really don’t know him. Make sure you or your mom are not alone with him, just to be safe. I really wanted to be there if he was going to work at the house. He didn’t do anything inappropriate did he?”
There was a brief pause that made me uneasy, but she responded calmly. “No, no he was a gentleman.” She stated matter of factly.
I paused, trying to think what to say next but decided not to risk alarming her. “Good to hear. I miss you and love you.”
“Ditto,” she replied succinctly.
“Are they still in the pool?”
“It’s okay, I’ll get them out. They will want to talk. Hold on.”
I spoke to them both and in their haste to get back in the pool they hung up, rather than hand the phone back to Amy. I was relieved. My mind raced as I waited for the next flight. I wanted to call him and confront him about showing up at my home. But I could not fathom how that would be helpful. He held all the leverage.
When I arrived at my hotel, it was getting a bit late, and my anger and anxiety were off the charts. I tried to think about getting out of this. I could not imagine being able to orgasm twice and I knew he would insist. I decided to stop thinking and just call and get it over with.
“CC, how are you, my friend?
“You went to my house?” I asked trying to remain semi calm.
“Why yes, I did. What a sweet family. You should be proud, Steven.”
His tone sent chills down my spine and the use of my alias Steven, just highlighted the lies and web of deception built because of Mark Fucking Thomas.
“Your mother in-law is quite the little vixen. What a sight this morning with those ladies in matching bikinis. You’re a lucky man Stevie. They say, if you wanna know what your wife will look like in thirty years, look at her mother. Amy’s mother is hot!”
I cringed at the sound of Amy’s name coming from his mouth. How did I let this guy into my life. I had to get him out of ASAP.
“I don’t want you back at my home ever again.” I said firmly.
“Sorry my friend, I promised Amy I would be back bright and early to finish up ahead of the heat. Damn it was hot today, that’s for sure.”
“Come by next Monday, when I’m home…”
“Sorry Steverino, I made a promise, and I never want to disappoint a lady. Let alone two. Besides, you are gonna love how the place looks with those bushes all gone. Let’s get to the reason for your call Captain Cock-whore. What you got to show me today?”
“Were not done yet Mr. Stilson,” I said harshly.
“No we are not, you owe me two, and if you ever speak to me like that again, the spatula will make sure you don’t sit for a week. Unless you want me to have a little sit down and watch some videos with Amy and Ericka. Not another fucking grunt of disobedience CC! Now strip.”
I wanted to hang up, wait for my return and kick his fucking ass, but it would cost me everything! Instead, I swallowed hard, clamped my jaws together and set the phone down so I could undress.
“Good choice CC.” he said, emotionless. “Prop up the camera, so I can see.”
I was practically trembling with fear and anger. He showed no mercy and the thought of him being in my house with Amy made me sick. My cock was limp, shriveled, and lifeless. There was no hope of getting hard at this point let alone coming twice. As I undressed my mind raced with a hundred thoughts at once. Amy and Ericka watching the video’s, putting a bullet in Marks head, before Officer Reeves arrested me and put me in prison for life where I would forever be branded Captain Cock-whore. It felt like my cock was retracting into my body like the head of a turtle going into its shell.
As I slid my pants and underwear down, I felt a growing sense of doom overtaking me, which only worsened as he began to laugh.
“Wow CC. What a difference a day makes. That little thing looks kind of pitiful don’t you think? This is what happens when you go against your true nature, my friend. Submission and obedience make your dick hard. Defiance makes you limp. Now we are going to have to work for it today. So, tell me, do you have the video on your lap top Captain?”
I stood naked and defeated staring at my phone propped on the desk, at the mercy of the man that violated my home and was a heartbeat away from ruining my marriage. I answered pathetically. “Yes sir.”
“Good, now get your dildo, lube, and laptop. Then position the phone camera with a view of the bed. I want you on the bed, hands and knees, ass high for the camera and we’ll watch the video together.”
I did as commanded, trying to think of a way out but if Amy ever saw this, it would be over. The arrogance of this bastard was boundless. Not only did he go to my house but shook Amy down for money and I was powerless to stop him! It was the ultimate in humiliation. On my knees, naked, with my ass to the camera, cock limp as a noodle, trying to imagine ever being hard again, but knowing he was expecting me to come, not once but twice. I really thought I would throw up instead.
“To put you at ease my friend. After working for Amy today, it is obvious she is quite satisfied. She spoke highly of you and was moved by your kindness to a stranger in need. I shared my gratitude for your generosity and pension for helping others in need. She shared how happy she was with your support adjusting to a new city and job. She is quite the catch you’re a lucky man. Your mother-in-law on the other hand is a flirty little spitfire. I’ve never really thought much about the MILF thing, but she has me thinking.”
In some demented way his words set me at ease. Not that he could be trusted, but his attention to Ericka put me at ease regarding Amy. None the less as I assumed the position, my dick was lifeless, and I could not imagine what his wrath would be when I failed to perform.
“You are obviously distressed today CC. We’re going to have to take it slow. I do like the look of that ass held high for me. Thank you. Remember how hard you came with my cock in that tight little ass, my friend…”
My internal voice yelled, “You are not my friend!”
“Remember the first time you took all of me, CC? I’m still in awe that you’ve done what no one else could. You took it with such enthusiasm…” He sighed heavily. “I can almost feel it now. My cock is getting hard thinking about it. Um, and the feel of my stiff dick sliding into your throat…”
That twisted feeling of pride for deep throating his huge dick began to make my cock stir. I was angry with myself as I felt that familiar tingling wave start to build in my groin, like some Pavlovian dog programed to respond mindlessly.
“Ok CC let’s start the video when I countdown, in three… two… one.
I balanced one hand and pushed the start button on the screen and began watching myself in the Captain Cock-whore costume as I lubed the dildo with both hands.
“Go ahead and lube that asshole CC. And the dildo too. I can’t wait for the show, my friend.”
I balanced on my elbows and squeezed some lube into my hands. Then I reached back and spread it down my crack.
“Good, now slide a finger in that ass and lube it up nice.” I did as commanded. “Good now finger that little ass for me. That’s good, I bet that taint’s getting stiff already.”
Sadly, he was right, I could feel myself stiffening as my alter ego in the video stroked the rubber cock with lubed hands.
“Are you ready for two now CC?” he asked in his full arrogant tone.
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” I replied in my fully compliant voice. And with my last bit of resistance gone, I slipped in the second finger and continued fucking myself.
“Ready to lube your dildo, Captain?”
“Yes please.” I replied. “Can I face the camera?” I asked knowing how I lubed the day before.
“If you’d like.” He replied calmly.
I turned to see his head filling the screen, disappointed he wasn’t showing his dick.
Then, without instruction, I held the three balled dildo in front of my on elbows and knees and began to suck it, first with one ball and then the second. I bobbed on it from there as I relaxed my throat and pushed it a little deeper each time.
“That’s the Cock-whore way to lube it CC. You make me proud.”
His condescending sarcasm could not negate the feeling of taking the whole thing in my mouth brought. My cock was nearly fully hard, a few moments after feeling completely lifeless. The thought of his hot hard cock in my mouth as I force him into my throat, had my cock throbbing.
“Look at you go CC. Show me your boner, my friend.”
I released the dildo and stood up on my knees, bring my hard-on into clear view.
“There’s my Cock-whore. Are you ready to show me what a bad little whore you were yesterday?”
I tried to defend myself. “You sent me the video and I had to see it. Then, I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.” I told him to stroke his ego and it was the truth.
“You have a one-track mind don’t you CC?”
“Please show me your cock,” I begged, even surprising myself.
“You’ll see it soon enough, but I decide when. Do you really think you deserve my cock after disobeying my command?”
I hated being talked to like a child, yet the thought of not seeing it again, touching it and servicing it was too much. “No sir, I’m sorry.” I said pathetically.
“Good, now show me how you disobeyed me yesterday.”
Defeated and worked up yet again, I just let go. “When you told me I had the “day off” I was angry…”
“Why were you angry?” he asked, taunting me.
“I wanted control of my life back, but I just remembering how it felt to take all of you and I wanted more,” I stared down at the bed in shame, boner in full view.
I glance up at his grin and wondered why I let this man control me and why this humiliation only made me harder and hornier. He just smiled silently, so I continued.
“I wanted to show myself that you didn’t control me, so I took out the dildo and stuck it to the tray on the ottoman.” Since there was no ottoman, I walked to the end table next to the chair and positioned it next to the bed and repositioned the camera to show it. Then suctioned the cock to the table…” I continued with the story and sucked the cock wet before positioning myself over it to show him how I rode it till I came. I hit the remote to turn on the vibrator as I touched it to my ass. Suddenly it stopped, so I gripped the remote again and turned it back on, only to feel it stop before I could push it in.
“I’m driving for this CC.” He said as it began to hum again.
“Thank you, sir, can I fuck your cock now?” I asked as I pressed the tip into my ass and continued. “I watched the video as I rode your dildo yesterday remembering how it felt to be in my costume and feel your hot hardness inside me.” As I pressed the first ball into my ass, the vibrator switched to pulse mode causing me to groan and quake. “Oh God, thank sir.”
“You are the little suck up whore today, aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.” I replied pushing in the second ball.
“You think being an obedient little slut today will make me forget the spatula after your insubordination yesterday?”
“Please Mark, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I just don’t think I can trust you…”
“I swear, let me show you how much I want to please you.” I begged as the vibrator kicked up a notch. “Oh yes, thank you Mark.” I pushed the third ball in and bottomed out on the rubber cock.
“What happened to sir?”
“Sorry Sir, I meant no disrespect.” The dildo went back to pulse on the higher setting this time. I continued, hoping to avoid his taunting and get the first orgasm done.
“I watched myself fucking the dildo in my costume and remembered how much I liked you watching me come for you with my mask on.”
It went back to constant on. “Oh fuck, thank you.” I said bouncing on the dildo.
“You like when I’m in control.” He stated it as fact.
“Oh yes sir, so much.” I panted. “Can I show you how I came for you cock, sir?”
“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir. I stoked myself like this as I watched the video.” I began to stroke my cock slowly at first.
“Once I touched myself, I couldn’t stop.” I said as I stroked faster and faster. “I yelled with the video as I bounced like this. Oh God, I’m coming for you cock!”
I thought sure he would stop it or otherwise torture me as I felt the orgasm build. “Oh God, I’m coming for your cock!”
“I guess we’ll have to send your costume on the road when you travel.”
“Yes please!” I grunted; mouth agape as I came in a shuttering climax. “Coming… For… Your… Cock!” My body jerked convulsively as my hand moved in a frenzied blur. The vibrator tickled my balls and taint as I bounced. After a moment the spasms stopped and I settled onto the dildo, letting it press all the way in.
Next, I licked cum from my hand. “Then I cleaned up as you’ve taught me.”
I continued and took the phone to the shower and repeated my shower orgasm for him.
As I finished, he spoke. “The shower is not so good for the phone cam CC. It fogged up, but I do appreciate your commitment. You have given me reason to think. Your obedience today was outstanding. I just wish you hadn’t had your little outburst over Amy. I’m not sure I can let that sort of disrespect go.”
“I’m sorry sir, it’s just I get a little protective of Amy…”
“Maybe you should have thought more about Amy before you started sucking cock or before your breaking and entering. She seems so innocent. Now that I’ve met her, I feel guilty hiding the truth about you from…”
“Please, Mar, I mean Sir. I’ll do anything just please don’t…”
“Calm down Steven. Let’s see how your show goes in the morning. I’ve never seen a grown man fuck the sheets before. I expect a nice healthy load when you’re done, so no cock whoring tonight, understood?”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.”
“We’ll need to get together bright and early. I need to meet Amy and Ericka early so I can beat the heat and get out of there and not disrupt their day. Although, I think I will have Ericka’s supervision again. If you impress me in the morning, I may overlook your outburst.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t thank me yet, you took a big step back today, Steven, and Wayne may just have to pay the price. He doesn’t seem to understand I own you both. Bright and early, 6:00AM face time me!” he said and hung up.
Once again, my mind raced. He made it clear that he would force my complete and total submission. I wondered, at what point was Amy finding out the better alternative? Treating me like I am two separate people, Wayne and my alter ego Steven was off the wall strange. I had no clue what he might be capable of. Then it occurred to me, I really was like two different people. Pilot, husband and father, Wayne Stilson, and superhuman Captain Cock-whore, Steven Stilson.
Somehow, I had to make my performance in the morning extra special. As I got ready for bed, I had an idea. It would require getting dressed and a quick trip to the all-night Wal-Mart, but it just might do the trick.
—–
The next morning I awoke early and prepared myself. Just like the other day, I awoke with morning wood. After my Wal-Mart trip, I prepared for the morning and found the ideal phone placement in the room for this morning’s show and prepared everything after draining the wood. It was 5:45 and just thinking out his reaction to my surprise had me excited, so the morning wood was not a problem for my reenactment. The closer to the time the greater my excitement and the stiffer my dick became.
At Six, I made the connection with just my face in view. Then I slipped out of the camera range and under the covers from the far side of the bed. Once in position, I began.
“After my shower, and the release of endorphins, I decided to sleep naked. It’s not something I normally do but it just felt good. I slept really well and woke up with a boner. Then I slid the sheets down and to just below my balls, letting him see my hard-on. Once again, the thought of your stiff dick filled my thoughts, and I remembered something I did in college when I got horny. I would lay face down on the bed and rub my boner on the sheets, while fantasizing about, any number of girls or celebrities. I instinctively rolled over…”
I acted out each movement I described in my narrative as I continued. Since I was no longer facing the camera, I spoke louder. “In college, I always kicked the covers back so I could be totally naked and exposed. I loved the feel of the cool air on my balls as I came.” I brought both feet up and kicked the covers back, revealing my surprise.”
I could not find a garter belt at Walmart but did find some thigh high black lacey stockings. I actually slept in them. After trying them on, I liked the way they felt.
“Wow, CC. That’s amazing, my friend. What a slutty little cock-whore. I love it. If only Amy could see you now.”
Undeterred by the implied threat and excited by his reaction, I continued my performance. “I spread my legs wide and bent my toes against the mattress for traction. Then I pressed my palms against the bed for support and began to rub my throbbing cock against the sheet.” I slid my body up and down.
“Look at the horny little slut go.” He said with excitement in his voice.
“Oh Mark, I can’t stop thinking about your cock. I want it in my mouth. Oh please come in my mouth!” My pace quickened and I knew I would be coming quick. Knowing he was watching me in my stockings, surrendering myself to him was a rush I can’t fully describe, but my whole body was electrified. Please fuck me, Mark! Oh God, I’m coming for your cock! I’m coming for your cock…”
I heard him sigh and whisper, “Holy shit, CC…”
The bed thumped with each thrust even anchored to the wall. “I’m coming for your cock! Coming so hard for Ah! Your! Cock!” I yelled as I thrust my right hand under me to catch the cum. My body jerked and legs stiffened, and I gipped my cock head and it pulsed in my palm emptying what was left in my balls after the last few days. It felt like ten or more spasms in my hand as I came on camera once again.
“Damn CC, you’ve out done yourself this morning. Hard to punish you after that.”
“Thanks you sir,” I said, panting as I turned over and held my palm out briefly before licking the hot cum from my hand. “I licked up every drop thinking of your cum in my mouth.” I licked my hand clean then bent down to the sheet and licked up the cum that dripped from my palm during the prolonged climax.
I looked at the camera and he gazed in amazement. “I don’t know what to say after that. You’ve got it bad, my friend. Well done.” He pondered for a moment. “Tell you what. Rest up till you get back. No masturbating the rest of the trip. You get home Monday?”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” I added the awkward thank you for his comment about not punishing me.
“It will be punishment enough for you to refrain for that long. But no cheating this time. Monday night you can fuck the hell out of Amy for the night, but Tuesday night is Poker night. Come over about 7:00 and tell Amy it could be a late night. You’ll get all the cock you can handle my friend. See you then!”
He hung up, just like that. I lay there stunned and collecting myself for a moment before getting dressed. I almost left the stockings under my pants but had a sudden image of being put through the airport scanner and security seeing the outline of them on the screen and took them off.
As the day rolled on the audacity of telling me I could fuck my wife sank in and the mind-numbing cycle of anger at him followed by the memory of coming in my costume and the depraved need to please him. My mind bounced from image to image like a deranged slide show I couldn’t turn off.
The next night I talked to Amy about being invited to poker night, the Tuesday after my return. Her immediate reaction was silence, followed by a hesitant acceptance. I felt a sense of panic. Did she know?
“Is everything ok Sweetie? I asked nervously.
“Yes, it’s fine, I was just thinking, you’ll be gone ten days then I only get you for one night. But I know you used to have poker nights in Baltimore before we got married. This will be your first time in a long time. Have fun, but just be careful. Like you said, we don’t know much about him.
Every night, I fought the urge to lay naked on the bed with only my stockings and rub myself off. I didn’t dare put them on or I would succumb to the urge. It took all of my will not to do it, but I made it through the rest of the trip.
Back in Dallas, I finished the post flight check list and headed to the car. The thought of seeing Amy and the kids had me smiling. The stress and shame of my situation was suppressed by the joy of getting to see them and thoughts of welcoming unconditional hugs from Caleb and Ashley.
Suddenly, my semi-Zen moment was shattered by the familiar sight of the police SUV in the parking garage near my vehicle. I pretended not to notice hoping It wasn’t Officer Reeves and, if it was, hoping he didn’t notice me. I reached my car and quickly tried to unlock the door when I heard the SUV door open. I continued into my vehicle until his voice echoed through the garage. “Mr. Steven Stilson,” he said sternly.
I froze halfway in the car. “Why is it every time we get a call for suspected soliciting in this parking garage, you are present?”
I stood back up, staring at the ground.
“I asked a question, Mr. Stilson.”
I struggled to come up with a response. The situation was so completely absurd, I was speechless. He was the one soliciting and these games were getting out of hand. I spoke, breaking the awkward silence.
“I’m sorry Officer Reeves, there must be some mistake, I just landed and I’m heading home to see my family…”
“I’m going to need to ask you a few questions first, Steven.”
The use of my alter ego name eliminated any doubt what the questioning was all about.
“Please it’s been a long 10 days and I just want to go home.”
“It’s been longer than ten days and I’m going to need your help to clear up this case Steven. I’m going to need to probe you a bit more, just to make sure I’m completely satisfied before I can release you. Perhaps the back seat of my shop would be a little less embarrassing for you?”
“Yes sir, thank you Officer Reeves.” I said reluctantly walking toward his car. He placed me in the back seat then walked around to the other side. Next, he removed his gun belt and hat and placed them on the front seat before joining me in the back.
“I’ve got to say Steven, this is becoming a habit. You seem to be the one common denominator for calls to this parking garage.” He said leaning back against the door as he pulled his left knee up touch the back seat, spreading his legs. What do you have to say for yourself Steven? The last time you had a rather convincing oral defense, let’s see if your oral presentation is as powerful today.”
He leaned his head back in the corner of the seat and closed his eyes. “I’m listening to, Mr. Stilson. Proceed.”
I stared in disbelief as he just lay there, waiting for me to do something, I thought, but wasn’t sure. I hesitated to see if he was going to instruct me.
“Should we just take this to the precinct, Mr. Stilson?”
“No sir, please.” I leaned forward and grabbed his belt and began unbuckling while I rolled and let my knees drop to the floor. I recalled his plump rounded cockhead and the pink hue it had contrast against his ebony shaft and my cock began to stiffen. I hated the fact that this excited me but told myself I had no choice. He was making me service him. He was going to make me lick his balls and stroke his cock. He was making me get hard while I did it. He was going to make me swallow his cum and suck him dry afterword.
He straightened his legs and pulled his pants and underwear down exposing his semi-hard 8-inch dick. As it cleared his waist band it swung around to the left and flopped onto his shirt. I worked his pants to his ankles, and he spread his knees and I leaned in between them. When I saw his nearly hairless balls, I recalled he made me kiss them the last time, but I needed to feel his cock in my hand first. Even as I reached for it, I could see him hardening in anticipation. I glanced up and his head was back, eyes closed, and he had a contented grin. When I touched it, he let out a sigh, that mixed with the heat of his cock in my hand sent a tingling pulse through my cock making me think I might come in my pants.
I gripped him with both hands in awe of its size and warmth as I stoked it slowly and felt him harden in my grip. I took a long shaky breath, and his scent had my cock throbbing. I exhaled onto his balls as I leaned in. “You do make a good argument Mr. Stilson. I think I understand, why mark puts up with your stalking,” he said, sighing.
I tuned out the intended humiliation from his comments as my lips touched his balls and I began kissing them softly as he had commanded in the past. I let my right hand slide off his cock and push his legs wider as I began to lick his balls from the bottom first, then licked slowly upward separating them before lowering back to the right side. My nose tickled the crease between his thigh and sack, and I took a deep breath through the nose soaking in his musky scent, gasping from the wave of pleasure it sent through me.
His contented moans only seemed to make my cock harder. As I began to lick slowly and deliberately up his shaft, I found myself pressing my boner against his leg.
“Whoa, easy Steven. No leg humping like a horny little bitch.” he said, raising his head up and looking at me.
I pulled away and stammered, “s, sorry Officer Reeves.” Then I continued lick up and down his shaft, breathing a sigh of relief when his head settled back, and his eyes closed again.
His cock was hard as nails and pulsed in a slow rhythmic motion rising off his belly then settling back down. I noticed a drop of pre-cum left a spot on his shirt tail and pushed it up so it would not get worse. His salt warmth and strong sent had my cock so hard it almost hurt. Unable to wait any longer, I licked up to the tip and pushed his cock head into my mouth. I Held him there and swirled my tongue on his cock head, letting his flavor flood my taste buds with the mix of sweet pre-cum and salty sweaty manhood.
His groans sent chills through me, and my cock tingled with such intensity, I could think of nothing else. I had no awareness of being in public, or being coerced into something I didn’t want. Only the warm, silky-smooth stiffness inside me, his taste, his scent, and the reward that would soon unload in my mouth. I pushed him in halfway then retreated back to his head. Each bob pushed him deeper into my throat as I relaxed and used my superpower to pleasure him.
I was up on my knees holding his cock straight up so I could take him all. When my lip touched his bush, he groaned and I nodded, moaning my own excitement.
“Oh fuck that’s so good Captain Cock-sucker,” he grunted.
It was obvious he had talked to Mark, but clearly didn’t know my superhero name. But there was no stopping to correct him. I pushed slowly down, feeling the veins in his shaft as my lips moved up and down his length. My pace quickened and I could sense my reward was imminent.
“Fuck!” He yelled followed by a loud low grunting sound, as a blast of hot cum flooded my mouth. I moaned my approval as his body stiffened and jerked.
I bobbed and swallowed trying not to let any escape, but as jet after jet of spunk released, I could not contain it all. When his orgasm passed, I quickly licked up his escaped jizz from his balls, then took him back in my mouth and continued sucking any remaining cum from his softening cock.
His hand rested on my head as I drained him and when he was satisfied, he pushed me off and pulled his pants up. He exited the vehicle, straightened his uniform, and put his holster back on. I collected myself and got out quickly, anxious to get home finally.
“Thank you, Mr. Stilson, sorry to have bothered you. Get home to your wife and show her how much you’ve missed her. A man hanging out in a parking deck with a full boner, is going to draw attention every time. Have a nice day now.” His voice echoed through the garage. It sounded to me like he was using a megaphone.
“Thank you, Officer Reeves,” I said compliantly.
When I arrived at home my cock was still half hard from my encounter and the constant stream of images of sucking Mark and Officer Reeves’ cocks and all the other depraved things, they “made me” do in the past couple of weeks. His taste lingering in my mouth and the smell of him on my hands, didn’t help. I took a few Altoids for my breath and cleaned my hands and face with antiseptic wipes I had in the car. Then, I discovered I had two texts from Amy that must have come through, while I was sucking Officer Reeves’ cock in the back of his cruiser.
Amy: I missed you. What’s your ETA?
Amy: Are you running late?
Me: I’m on my way. Home in 30.
Me: Are you at work?
Amy: Maybe…
Not sure what that meant, I asked about the kids.
Me: Are Erika and the kids home?
Amy: She’s got them occupied this morning.
I was on the road so set the phone down, wondering what was happening. When I arrived, I did not see Amy’s car. I thought she might have been planning to surprise me, but had to admit, part of me was relieved. I felt dirty and ashamed and despite cleaning up, I was paranoid she would smell or taste Officer Reeves on me. However, I was still semi hard after my morning encounter.
I yelled,” Hello! Anybody home?” but there was no response.
Relieved, I headed straight for the shower, and I wanted to wash the remnants of Officer Reeves off of me and clear my head. Sadly the flashbacks of this morning caused my dick to stiffen and the urge to give myself some relief in the shower was growing stronger by the second. I opened the bedroom door and there was Amy lying on the bed, in the black lingerie I gave her for our anniversary three or four years ago. She wore it exactly twice since then. She was on her side propped up on an elbow with a come-hither look.
“Hello, Senior Captain Stilson, I do love a man in uniform, and I have missed you very much.” Her voice was demure with a touch of slutty all at once.
I suppressed a moment of panic and smiled at her. Then I set my suitcase down, removed my uniform jacket, kicked off my shoes and walked toward the bed.
I forced a grin and asked,” You got off work today?”
“I have a couple hours this morning. I was afraid we might run out of time, but I think we’ll have just enough.” She grinned as I shed my tie and crawled onto the bed.
She rolled onto her back, and I crawled on all fours straddling her. Her hands went straight to the buttons on my shirt, as I leaned down to kiss her. I was terrified as my tongue slipped into her mouth and she sucked it in. But she gave and contented sigh and plunged hers into my mouth in return. When she reached the bottom button, she yanked the shirt tails out of my pants and finished unbuttoning me. Then her hand slid straight to my stiffening dick.
“I think you missed me too, Senior Captain Stilson.”
I moaned in response, fighting off the uneasiness of her calling me by the same title Mark had used that day in his kitchen. But I knew she was using it to stroke my ego over my promotion, unlike Mark who used the title to mock me.
I rose up and pulled my shirt off as Amy worked my belt. I removed my T-shirt and tossed it aside as Amy unzipped my pants, then rolled me onto my back and yanked my pants down. She walked herself backwards on all fours and removed my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. As she maneuvered, it became apparent that she wore only the cami top and didn’t bother with the panties this morning.
Putting aside the distance that had been between us, I was surprised by the intensity of actions. We had make-up sex before, obviously, but it was usually a subtle signal from her and me taking the lead. This was very different. I liked it but it was not like Amy. And what came next was an even bigger surprise. She rarely sucked my cock. It was usually birthdays or special occasions. Then it was usually, quick intense, swallow and go to the bathroom. Part of that may have been my doing, as I had refused to kiss her after she took my cum.
That morning was very different. She deliberately looked at me seductively, crawled up between my legs and licked slowly and firmly from my balls to my tip, never breaking eye contact. She repeated this several times and I would raise my ass off the bed to meet her. The hungry look in her eye was like nothing I’d ever seen from her while giving oral. It was always like she was performing a chore she needed to check off the list. That day she was devouring me and loving it.
She rose up and looked at me. “Do you like this, Wayne?” she asked seductively as she took another lick.
“Oh, God yes!” I gasped in amazement.
“You’ve been neglecting me, and I’ve decided to take things into my own hands and get what I want.”
“Oh yes!” I sighed as she continued licking me hungrily.
Then she licked my length one last time before gripping my cock and plunging it into her mouth.
She stared continuously as she sucked my cock like she loved it. “Oh God, Amy that feel so, Ah! Fuck!”
My head rolled back, and I could feel myself on the verge of climax already. I told myself Mark said I could come with Amy, but the realization that I was considering needing his permission to fuck my own wife, brought me back from the edge. Shame and guilt flooded through me, knowing I was aroused so easily, had as much to do with sucking Officer Reeves’ cock as missing Amy.
I pushed those thoughts from my mind and focused on my beautiful wife sucking my cock like she loved it. Her lips clung to my cock, stretching as she pulled up and rolling in as she took all of me. “Oh Amy, you’re gonna make me cum.” I panted, unable to hold back.
She nodded and hummed, “um hum, um hum.” I let go and groaned as I unloaded in her mouth with rapid fire blasts of spunk.
She kept sucking me with her newfound intensity causing my climax to linger and my body to jerk with repeated spasms of pleasure. When it passed, she continued to suck and stroke it.
She released my cock with her mouth but continued eye contact as she stroked me with her hand. “Stay with Wayne, Momma need a ride.”
Next, she climbed on top, straddle my cock, and lowered herself onto me, guiding my cock inside her.
She let out a high-pitched moan as she wiggled herself onto me. “Oh God, I need this so bad.”
She pushed slowly down forcing my length inside her. I could not recall the last time she felt that wet so fast and she wasted no time pulling up and pushing back down with her hands pressed on my chest. Her pace quickened and she pushed me in with more force each time. When she reached full speed her pussy and thighs slapped against me as her hips rolled faster than I’d ever seen her go.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me Amy,” I groaned.
She was fucking me, like never before. I couldn’t believe it and I was in awe at the speed and power. Her groans were loud and high, and her hips were a blur as her pussy sloshed from wetness. Unfortunately I was building toward another climax. I thought about asking her slow down, but I’d never seen her like that and didn’t want her to stop. I tried to think of something else, but she started talking dirty and her cami top tickled my thighs as she rode me.
“Oh God, I need your cock inside me.” She yelled in broken syllables as she bounced wildly. “I need your fucking cock! Need! Your! Fucking! Cock…” She chanted, showing no signs of slowing and I sensed she was not quite ready to come.
She never talked dirty and hearing it sent me over the edge. “Oh fuck! I yelled as I tried to stop myself from coming too soon. But the feel of her thighs and ass slamming against me like a crazed animal, was too much.
I desperately tried to get myself under control and thought about the humiliating outfit he made me wear, but the image in my head of riding his boner like Amy was riding mine, only made it worse. The anonymity of the mask and silky-smooth stockings…
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!”
“Not yet, I’m not there yet!” She grunted and seemed to slam me harder.
There was no stopping and my upper body spasmed skyward as the climax took me. “Coming for y…” I stopped myself short of blowing up my marriage. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I groaned with each shot of cum I released inside her.
“Don’t you fucking stop!” she growled as she unleased her last bit of energy desperately trying to come before my rapidly soften cock was useless.
Unfortunately the anxiety at the thought of not satisfying her combined with the guilt and shame of my situation became a self-fulfilling failure on my part.
As my limp dick slipped free, she continued to rub against me before she thought of a solution. I had never imagined her doing anything like it, but she quickly shimmied up my body pushing my shoulders to the bed, before Stradling my face and lowering her cum dripping pussy to me mouth.
“I’m not done with you Mr. Stilson!” she said sternly. “You’re gonna make me come one way or the other.”
A month earlier, and I would have been hesitant to even kiss her after a blow job for fear of tasing myself. Now she pressed her steamy cunt oozing with my jizz, against my face and began to rock while I willingly thrust my tongue out with my hands on her ass and let her fuck my face. I had performed oral on her many times, but it was always Amy, relaxed on her back, and me between her legs working her for as long as it took to bring her off.
“That’s it! Don’t stop!” She whined as she gripped my hair with both hands.
In just seconds, her hips were at full speed again and her cami tickled my forehead and chest. My entire face was coated with our cum cocktail as she used it as rub rail.
Her warm softness sloshed as she creamed my face with her juices. “Oh yes, I’m gonna come! My hands gripped her smooth ass under the cami, feeling her jiggle from the rapid-fire movement of her hips.
She began to wail, in a high-pitched moan with a death grip on my hair, Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh God, I’m coming — I’m coming — I’m coming” Her cadence was such that my twisted mind filled in the words ‘for your cock’ after each exclamation.
As she shuddered from an intense orgasm her warm juices flooded my face even more. The smoothness and speed with which her hips moved was incredibly sexy, and it was the first time I had ever seen her so intensely taken by lust. I would have done anything to satisfy her. Her wails turned to guttural grunts as she pulled my head against her, and I instinctively sucked her clit as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to last longer than I had ever made her come before. The pain from my hair being pulled was like a badge of honor as she pushed herself hard against me coming in wave after wave.
Finally the climax seemed to pass, and her grip loosened as she began slowly rocking her hips again. I lapped up her juices, sucked her clit and lashed at it with my tongue as she rocked. There were two or three more squeals and spasms as I hit her clit just right. Finally she rolled off onto her back catching her breath.
She panted,” Damn I missed you.”
I lay there dumfounded and spent, my face covered with our cum. I struggled for something to say. I had never seen her that turned on before. I was embarrassed, that eating her pussy after coming inside her was the most I’ve ever enjoyed going down on her, but I hoped to do it again. Guilt and shame swirled inside my head, knowing what I had done with Mark and Officer Reeves even as Amy seemed to be having some sort of sexual awaking.
“Damn, I came so hard,” she sighed and smiled staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly her phone buzzed. “Shit, I’ve gotta get back to work!” She rolled off the bed and scrambled for her clothes. “I wish we had more time!”
As she got dressed, she stepped into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. I lay there, stunned when she yelled from the bathroom. “We’ll have to pick this up later.”
“Yes, Mam!” I gasped.
My mind raced. I had “Poker Night” tomorrow and had no Idea what he had in mind. He did say I could fuck Amy all I wanted. The absurdity of that thought brought the guilt back full force. How could I care if he gives me permission to fuck my own wife.
She came out, rushed to the bed, leaned in for a deep tongue kiss, tasting her own cum, then stood up and turned. “Later Sweetie,” gotta go.
Just like that she was gone. As the garage door closed and she pulled away, I felt the cum drying on my face while the thoughts of poker night danced through my head. I imagined wearing “the outfit” again as he bent me over a poker table and fucked me. The mask hiding Wayne as Captain Cock-whore took his hard cock all the way yelling out, “I’m coming for your cock!”
Shamefully, my dick began to stir again until the tightening of the skin on my face snapped me out of. The cum was hardening and I tried to muster the will to get up and clean myself up. I could only imagine what he had instore for me next…
To be continued.
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