Although this is a stand alone story it is the eighth part in a series depicting a straight married man's manipulation, into gay cock whore. It contains themes of humiliation, non-consent and reluctance. If this is offensive, please find another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy. As always your feedback is welcomed.
My stomach churned with an overwhelming hodgepodge of feelings. Shame, lust, disgust, doom, anticipation, excitement, anger, all rolled through my mind like a whirling disco ball of thoughts reflecting in my brain.
When Mark opened the door in his white terry cloth robe, hanging open to reveal his limp cock, which was bigger than mine in my semi-erect state. As my eyes locked on his manhood, my own cock stirred shamefully toward a full hard-on.
His arrogant grin lit up, as he saw where my eyes immediately went. "Happy to see me, I can tell, CC."
CC was the nickname he had given as an abbreviation for Captain Cock-whore. I am an airline captain, and he derived great pleasure incorporating my title into his condescending nickname for me. It only helped to emphasize all that I stood to lose if he released all the videos, pics, and text messages he had on me.
"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied compliantly, and sadly, but also truthfully.
I had been away, and he had taunted me into a constant state of arousal that I needed to relieve. Despite a rather passionate encounter with my wife Amy the previous day, I had been in a revved-up state all day, anticipating what he had in store for me.
"Your uniform is in the bedroom. Please put it on and contemplate where you would like to receive me first, ass or mouth," he said, looking toward the hall to the bedroom. "When you are dressed, please bring your four-hundred-dollar buy-in and let me know your decision."
As I walked to the bedroom, I knew my choice, and I'm sure he did too. I needed to use my superpower. It made my cock hard, knowing I was the only one to ever take him all into my throat. It made my cock hard, feeling him so deep inside me. It made my cock hard, smelling him and tasting him. It made my cock hard, wearing the stockings and the mask. As I eyed the 'uniform' on the bed, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me.
I put it on', with my cock stiff as a board. As I pulled the stockings up my legs, the feel of them only made matters worse. I looked at myself as I clipped the garter belt to the top of the nylons. I turned sideways to see my profile with my raging boner.
I watched myself, as I put on the bright-red spandex T, with the outline of a limp cock and balls with the capital letters 'CC' inside. When I put on the mask, the transformation was complete. I was 'Captain Cock-whore', able to down ten inches in a single swallow.
I took one last look at my profile in the silk thigh-highs and garter, cock at full staff, ready to service his monster cock for as long as he would let me.
When I entered the kitchen, he acted stunned. "Holy fuck, CC. Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
His cock had begun to grow, now arching out through the front of the robe. I gazed at it, willing it to stiffen, as he removed the four-hundred dollars from my hand.
"Can I please suck your cock, sir?" I asked, not breaking my stare and oblivious to the implication of paying him before sucking his dick.
"Ah yes, that magical mouth. You may proceed, Captain. But pace yourself, it's going to be a long evening," he said, waving a hand for me to kneel.
I did as commanded, as he slipped off the robe and let it fall, leaving him naked before me. I knelt and looked up at him, as I extended my tongue and leaned in. My flattened tongue touched the underside of his rising cock head, and I raised his hot meat up, swirling my tongue as I tasted the salty, sweet dick.
We sighed together, as I felt him stiffening quickly, swirling my tongue, and kissing his cock head. His musky scent and salty taste, sent a rush of blood into my granite-like hard-on.
I turned my head to the side and licked the underside of his shaft, slowly but firmly, down his length, until I reached his balls. Then, I slowly licked and rubbed his sack with my palm. His moans of pleasure and stiffening dick made me all the more aroused. I hummed, as I licked every inch of his balls before, gripping his stiff boner and licking his length, moving balls to tip and back again, until I covered every bit of him.
Then I moved back to the tip and pressed him into my mouth. When the rim of his hood slipped past my lips, I paused lapping at him with my tongue, with my lips sealed over his plump cock head. The silky smoothness of his skin combined with his warm stiffness and the sweet taste of pre-cum, made it all worth it.
Both my hands gripped him as I engulfed his manhood, with my tongue in constant motion. A few short weeks earlier, the sight and thought of what I was doing would have repulsed me. At that moment, it aroused every bit of me. His moans sent chills through me, as I pressed him further into my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, CC. Do your thing, my friend," he sighed.
I began to bob up and down on his cock, pushing him to the back of my throat then pulling him back to the tip, faster and harder each time. With each thrust, I willed my throat to open and take more of him. My cock tingled like a thousand feathers were tickling it all at once.
As I pushed him deeper, an impossible amount of saliva flooded his cock; I have no idea how my throat and esophagus could stretch to receive him, but they did. My hands gripped his ass, and I pulled myself further onto him with each bob. He was so hot and hard; I was in awe that a cock like that could be every bit as hard as mine.
His ass clenched in my hands, as his hands pulled my head toward him. My cock felt stretched like a balloon ready to pop,' as it pointed to the ceiling, so hard it didn't even bounce as my body moved back and forth.
Saliva flooded my chin and neck, and I frantically fucked him with my throat. "Oh fuck, Captain!" he groaned, driving me to take all of him, as my reward would soon flood my drooling mouth.
I bobbed harder, pushing him deeper. until my lip met his bush and that great sense of power rushed through me, knowing I was the only one to take all of him. I moaned, and I plunged myself onto him and bounced back over and over, as his groans intensified.
"Oh fuck!" he growled, as his legs began to tremble and the first shot of hot jizz flooded my mouth. I swallowed as best I could, but as jet after jet of his bittersweet cum released inside me, I could not begin to capture all of it.
His hands gripped my head tightly, as my fingers clenched his ass cheeks. He came an impossible amount, as his jizz ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor.
As his climax passed, he slowed his pace, but continued to push his length inside me. I did all I could to relax, but as he held himself in my mouth to the hilt, the gag reflex kicked in. Sensing it, he took pity and pulled about halfway out, and let me milk him dry of the last of his creamy cum.
Then, as if to make sure I knew my place, he hummed for the last couple of bobs before pulling out and pushing my head toward the floor. "Excellent job, CC. Now, clean up your mess," he commanded, and put a foot to the back of my head and pushed me to the floor to lick up his spilt seed.
While I complied, he put his robe back on and watched. When he was satisfied that I got the point, he ordered me to stand. He smiled and gave a little slap to my raging hard-on. It bounced to the left and returned to its full upright and locked position almost immediately.
"Come with me to the poker room, Captain," he commanded, and turned toward a door that led to the basement.
The lights were on, and I followed him down the stairs. They were walled on both sides until a landing at the bottom. When I made the turn, I saw four men in white bathrobes, hanging open and exposing the fact they were nude underneath.
A sudden flush washed over me, as I stood on the landing with my full-on boner, for all to see. As I scanned them with my eyes, Mark began to talk.
"Gents, this is my good friend I told you about, Captain Cock-whore," he said, smiling calmly. "As you can see, he's gotten his first taste of cock for the evening, and is ready for more." Their faces lit up and they focused on my erection with delight.
He looked at me and continued. "CC, these are your 'poker buddies' tonight. You are to give them the same obedience and respect you give me. If you do that, I think you're gonna love it every bit as much as them."
He spoke calmly and matter-of-factly, as he picked the spatula off a card table that sat near the stairs. "If CC gives you any cause for concern or resistance, he responds well to a good whack on the ass. Don't you, CC?"
I stood stunned, unable to respond immediately, and when I saw his eyebrow raise with the oversized stainless-steel spatula, I snapped out of it. "Yes, sir. It won't come to that, sir."
The only other furniture in the room, besides the card table and four folding chairs, was a bed with an end table and lamp on it. There were four stacks of bills, I assumed to be their buy in, lying on the table.
I looked at the men, and the fear and anxiety that threatened to kill my hard-on was soon overtaken by the four rising cocks that hung in view, thanks to their open robes. All were bigger, semi-erect, than my fully erect cock, but smaller than Mark. I knew that was no coincidence. The thought of servicing all four, shamefully kept my cock at full attention.
The first man was a tall, stocky, Black man in his forties or fifties. It looked like he had a wedding ring on.
The second was a slim-bodied young man with long brown hair in a ponytail and wedding ring. The third, a slightly pudgy, balding man in his mid-forties and also a wedding ring. The last was a shorter, slender young man in his twenties, toned and fit like a distance runner, maybe. He had an earring, but no wedding ring in sight, with short black hair in almost a crew cut.
All were cut except the young man, and my mind was already wondering how his cock would feel in my mouth. It was surreal, that my mind so quickly accepted that four strangers were going to use me, and that I was ready to comply.
"Only a couple ground rules, gents. CC is yours to command, but you may not, under any circumstances, remove the mask or try to determine his identity. He serves you at my whim and I can rescind the offer at any time with no refund." He picked up the rest of the money and put it in his robe’s pocket.
"No unnecessary punishment please. This should be enjoyable to all. He can be abstinent at times, but the persuader seems very effective for those rare occasions.”
"You've all checked out for medical clearance, so bareback is fine. But as always, play at your own risk. No piss or scat. This is my home, not a bathroom. CC, they have also taken steps to clean themselves as a rule of admission.
"Please enjoy. You have the place for up to four hours. Discretion is the main rule. There should be no use of real names or attempts to connect outside of this room. When you are satisfied, ring that bell on the nightstand and I will return."
"CC, you are to obey every command that does not cause harm and you may come when given permission. Gentleman, my only suggestion is to let CC get the feel and taste of you by means of introduction. That way you can all get to know one another before getting fully engaged. Does that sound good?"
"Yes sir," they said in unison.
"That's your cue, CC. Knees, please." He pointed to the floor in front of my new 'Poker Buddies’. "Make sure CC cleans up any escaped jizz. He has a vacuum tongue."
They stood in a semi-circle and stared at me in anticipation, with a mixture of joy and lust, that had my cock throbbing. I had experienced two cocks so far, thanks to the illustrious Officer Reeves and his keen interest in my case, but as I dropped to my knees, I knew I needed to taste each of them.
There I was on my knees in front of the Black 'bull' of the group. On his left was the pudgy middle-aged man, and to the left of him was the youngest with the crew cut and earring. The long-haired young man was to the right. The youngest was rapidly approaching a full hard-on like me, and the other three were pointing slightly down to straight ahead and rising.
I pondered how to approach the variety of choices that faced me. One in the mouth, one in each hand... Maybe a game of suck, suck, goose, so they all get some attention. But then I decided it would be best to focus on one at a time, using my superpower to its fullest on each one, while the other three could fight it out for my hands.
The bull read my mind and stepped forward, gripped his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other, feeding me his dark meat. His scent was less pungent than Mark’s, but his taste was a bit saltier. I hummed as I took him in, and he quickly used his hand to set the pace.
He pushed in halfway then backed out, grunting with pleasure. "Oh yeah," he growled. "Go for it, Cock-whore."
I reached out both hands and soon had a cock in each, stroking them slowly. It was hard to tell which one was warmest, but I think my pudgy friend was the winner. I relaxed my throat, as the bull controlled my depth and pace. My grip on the two cocks tightened, and I stroked them in time with my head bobs.
The bull pulled me forward, as he continued his slow methodical face-fuck. My cock was hard enough to pound nails, as the cocks in my hand followed suit and grew stiffer by the second.
I leaned precariously forward using the cocks in my hands for balance, as I heard the young guy rustling behind me. Suddenly, I felt something completely surprising. The young man's hands gripped my hips, as his lips touched my ass cheek.
It was a shock, as my whole experience with other men was simply being a fuck-toy. Mark and Officer Reeves showed no inkling to pleasure me, other than watch me masturbate with a dildo in my ass. Next, I felt his tongue swirl on my cheek before slipping into my ass crack.
I whimpered onto the cock in my mouth, as his tongue tickled my sphincter. I nearly fell forward as I rose up to make it easier for him, but my grip on the two unfamiliar cocks, helped me regain my balance. After a few teasing tongue swipes, he pushed my knees wider and positioned himself on the floor and wiggled his head beneath me.
I squealed, as his tongue teased my balls, and lowered myself to meet him. He lapped at them teasingly before pulling my ass down to meet his tongue for real. It was a sensation I had never felt, and I groaned in response.
The long-haired dude laughed, "Holy shit, kid. Eating the bitch’s pussy? You don't know where that's been."
It was all too much! Three cocks and a tongue. It was impossible to focus, but I did my best to give first attention to the cock in my mouth. He had slowly begun to push himself a little deeper into my throat, and I needed to be Captain Cock-whore, able to deepthroat any cock any size.
With my directed focus, I managed to work him in all the way, when suddenly, the tongue pressed into my asshole, probing me, as I sucked and stroked the others. I groaned and sucked the cock harder in response.
"Fuck, take it all bitch!" growled the bull.
I moaned and nodded, as the tongue left my ass. Next, he wormed his body up between my legs and with his torso under my bull. I sucked harder and faster, as I felt 'crewcut' line up his cock head with my asshole. When he began to press it against me, I lowered myself slowly onto his big cock.
The pain seemed intense at first, but quickly passed as I worked him in and out a few times. This caused me to lose focus on the cock in my mouth, and he let me know with a gentle head slap. I returned my focus to bringing him to climax and found a rhythm of bouncing my ass on Crewcut’s cock and bobbing on the bull. Somehow, my hands moved at a different pace.
I felt like a one-man band trying to play multiple instruments at once. A cock-ficionado giving an all-star performance. I groaned in rhythm, as I took the length of my bull's cock.
My own cock tingled intensely, as Crewcut’s cock pounded my prostate, and I began to lose focus again. But Bull groaned deeply, letting me know he was close, bringing me back to the need to finish him off. I sucked harder, feeling his veiny stiffness with my lips as I bobbed. His pre-cum oozed, coating my tongue with his creamy sweetness.
In the back of my mind, it registered, that I was now aware of the fact that pre-cum had a sweeter flavor than full-on ejaculated cum. A fact that had alluded me my entire life before meeting Mark-fucking-Thomas and Officer-fucking-Reeves.
And in my cock-drunk state, all that mattered was taking a load from Bull, who was so close. I whimpered as I thrusted a little harder and sucked for all I was worth, letting him know how much I wanted his cum in my mouth. His hips rocked, slamming his balls against my chin, as I took his length.
He groaned loudly and deeply, as he was ready to unload. Unlike Mark and Officer Reeves, he pulled out until just his head was in my mouth, as the first blast of spunk flooded my tongue. I swirled my tongue on his sensitive tip, as his bitter sweetness covered my taste buds. He grunted spastically, as my tongue wiggled; his body shuddered with each rapid-fire blast of spunk.
I swallowed repeatedly, as I bobbed on his tip, taking only half his length, but never letting my tongue stop moving on his magic spot. His jizz seemed sweeter than Mark's and there was so much of it. Such a powerful man coming hard, but somehow so much more controlled and gentler.
My head bobbed faster, but only taking half his length which also increased my pace on Crewcut’s cock. The pounding of my prostate sent a shock of pleasure through my balls with each bounce. And as Bull emptied his last bit of spunk, I grunted and spasmed while my balls released an almost-steady stream of jizz that flowed from my cock and down my shaft.
I managed to keep Bull's cock in my mouth, as my balls emptied a huge load of cum that puddled on Crewcut’s belly after it dripped from my balls.
"Fuck me, the cock-whore's coming without being touched!" said the hippie.
Pudgy, fucked my hand a little harder and I felt his pre-cum oozing and lubing his cock, as I stroked him. I jacked them off faster as Bull pulled his softening cock from my mouth. It flopped and bounced as it hung in an arc, glistening with saliva and cum.
Pudgy, groaned, "Suck it, now!" He was clearly on the verge.
So I leaned to the right and plunged him into my mouth. I barely got my lips around his shaft when he gripped my head, thrusted himself into my throat and blew his wad. His upper body spasmed forward with each jolt of cum, and he grunted uncontrollably with his mouth hung open.
His jizz oozed out, as he fucked my face hard, pulling all the way out and slamming himself back in. Saliva and cum ran down my chin, as Crewcut began to fuck me wildly. I could barely keep Pudgy in my mouth, as Crewcut hammered himself inside me like a machine gun.
He moaned loudly, and I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass, as he released his seed inside of me. My cock began to get its second wind as they both slowed their pace. After several slower, deliberate thrusts from Pudgy, he pulled out and I became aware I had stopped stroking Hippie, but held his cock in my left hand.
When Pudgy stepped back, Hippie quickly stepped forward, yanked his boner from my hand and promptly shoved it into my mouth. Thankful for only one cock to focus on as Crewcut remained in my ass, but was content with my slow-rolling-hip motion.
Hippie was rock hard and ready, so I managed to work all eight inches in quickly. Not even a challenge for Captain Cock-whore. With both hands now free, I gripped his ass with my hands and fucked his plump stiff cock with my super-powered throat.
"Oh fuck! Go Captain, Ah! Fucking. Ah! Cock-whore. Oh fuck!" he grunted, as I lunged him into my mouth and back out to the tip at a firm, fast pace. He just stood still, as I fucked him with my mouth, needing to taste his cum and complete the trifecta.
Even as I worked toward my next prize, I knew I had to taste them all including Crewcut, who remained in my ass, and was beginning to stiffen again. Hippie seemed the perfect size for me. I could take him all the way, and could hold him there longer than Mark's ten inches, before the gag reflex took over. His ass was firm and round, and each cheek filled my hand nicely.
I felt so in control as I did all the work, and sensed his growing excitement. As his climax neared, I wished I had a chance to cleanse my palate as the taste of Bull and Pudgy lingered. I could feel his pre-cum hitting my tongue, even but with the coating of cum already there.
My own cock was stiffening by the second, and the feel of Crewcut's cock rubbing against my taint as my hips rolled was incredible.
Hippie's grunts let me know I would soon be getting my wish. I nodded and moaned, letting him know I was ready and willing. He groaned in a reverberating series of quick, low, pitched shouts of pleasure that had my cock hard as nails again.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!…" His body spasmed with each grunt.
He allowed me to pull off a bit and work his cock with little half bobs, as my tongue lapped at the underside of his cock head. His hot jizz pulsed quickly into my mouth and I swallowed enough to keep from spilling, as I savored the moment of his stiff, hot meat pulsing in my mouth.
I took my time and sucked him dry, slowly milking his cock, as it began to soften a bit. Crewcut was pushing himself in and out of me, and as I thought he was starting round two, Bull cut in.
"Easy buddy. My turn for that ass." He stepped forward and Hippie pulled out before Bull gripped the back of my neck and pulled me up and off of Crewcut. I looked down and Crewcut was beginning to wiggle away. "Hold on, Cock-whore. You gotta clean yo' mess up."
He shoved my head toward the floor, and I saw the puddle of cum on Crewcut's belly. I dropped to my knees, straddling Crewcut and began to lick up my cum. I started at the side, trying to keep it from hitting the floor, then worked back toward the middle, I cleaned out his belly button and licked his belly clean. Then without being prompted, took his cum-coated cock in my mouth and cleaned the length of his shaft.
He groaned, as I took all of his seven-plus inches with ease. I sensed Bull would never stand for me servicing Crewcut first, so after a few bobs, I pulled off and licked his balls clean as well. As I worked them, Bull had seen enough.
"My turn, Cock-whore. Hands and knees." I did as commanded and pointed my ass toward him.
"Good little bitch, but not yet, bring me that mouth. I want you to eat my asshole first."
Without thought, I cringed and protested looking back over my shoulder. "I'm not into tha— ow!"
The familiar crack of the oversized stainless-steel spatula sent a bolt of pain through my lower body. My head jerked to see it coming down again, in the hand of Pudgy.
As the second swat landed, I yelled, “Okay. Sorry! Thank you, sir. I'd love to eat your ass, please!"
Bull waved him off after the third swat, and I turned quickly to face Bull, who was getting onto his hands and knees to present his full-ham-sized ass cheeks.
With my ass still burning, I crawled to meet him and quickly nuzzled my nose between his cheeks before Pudgy could strike again. As I breathed in his scent, I felt a strong tingle that traveled down my spine and settled into my balls, and my cock suddenly stirred back to life after the spatula had sent it into a shocked retreat.
I slowly extended my tongue between his warm buns, and he moaned his approval. My tongue tip touched his sphincter and his moans intensified. Next, I licked slowly up the length of his crack, from balls to back, several times before pressing my masked face firmly between his cheeks and pressed my tongue into him.
His breathing intensified and when my chin touched his balls, I reached between his legs and gripped his big, black, stiff dick and stoked his length, as my tongue wiggled in and out. It was a sensation I had never known nor ever imagined feeling. Stoking the length of his hard, hot cock with my face buried in his ass, made my cock stiff as a rock again; I felt every vein in his shaft, as I stroked nearly ten inches of manhood.
His groans made me want to continue until he came, so I could feel his balls empty with my chin. I felt his taint stiffen, as my tongue pushed inside him. With each groan, I stroked harder and faster, causing him to ooze pre-cum. I wanted to feel him come, even knowing I would have to lick his spunk off the floor, I needed to give him what he wanted.
As I sensed his climax building, my excitement grew and I pressed my tongue in faster, when suddenly he stopped me.
"My turn for that ass, Cock-whore," he grunted, before jerking me around and into position.
Before I knew what was happening, his cock head, now coated in pre-cum, pressed against my ass. I braced for a ramrod entry but, much to my surprise, he pressed slowly to the point of pain, then backed out. He repeated, pushing a little harder each time, until my ass opened to receive him.
Before he could even gain entry, Crewcut took advantage and knelt in front of me. He gripped his seven-inch hard-on and pressed his uncut cock head into my mouth. I felt the skin slide down his shaft, as he pushed his stiffing dick in. My tongue swirled against this foreskin, and he moaned with pleasure.
I had never felt anything like this before. I was being filled from both ends with hot, hard cock and my own dick thudded against my belly, as I began to rock in rhythm with them.
Not wanting to be left out, Pudgy positioned himself behind Crewcut and was ready to tap his ass. Crewcut leaned forward with his hands on my back for balance, and I readily received him. It made me wonder if Crewcut may have been the cock-whore before I came along.
My mind quickly returned to the hot meat filling my holes, and the growing intensity of their motion. I wanted so much to cum, but there was no way I could free a hand and I felt little hope of a prostate orgasm again. Managing two cocks at once, while balancing on all fours, just wouldn't allow it to happen.
Nonetheless, the feel of Bull's hot stiffness, rubbing my taint as he pushed himself inside me, had my cock ready to pound nails again. Crewcut was pushing into my throat, balls deep with increasing intensity with each thrust. My body rocked and jerked, as I was being pounded from both ends.
"Ever been spit-roasted before, Captain Cock-whore?" Hippie asked.
I tried to shake my head as I moaned, "Huh, uh.”
"But he likes it," he replied, and I nodded.
Once again, drool flowed down my chin as Crewcut fucked my throat. I had no idea who would cum first, as their pace had reached a fever pitch.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" grunted Pudgy, apparently the lucky winner of the first orgasm.
He was slamming Crewcut's ass so hard I could feel his cock push deeper into my throat, and I wasn't sure how he maintained his balance even leaning on me. Bull seemed to react in kind, pounding me harder and harder sending shock waves through my ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna come," groaned Crewcut.
That seemed to give Pudgy inspiration to hold on a few seconds more and pushed Bull to the edge as his grunts grew more intense.
Crewcut, stiffened and leaned harder on me, as his jizz filled my mouth with rapid-fire blasts of warm creaminess. I tried to swallow, but his spunk oozed down my chin.
Then Pudgy let loose, yelling out, "Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!" as he unloaded in Crewcut's ass.
Lastly, Bull unleashed his seed inside me, with a grunt and hard thrust with each jet. As their pace slowed, I was amazed at the feel of hot cock pulling out, then slowly pushing back inside me. I really was ‘Captain Cock-whore', savoring the feel of two cocks inside of me, properly serviced and satisfied.
Pudgy pulled out and stood up. "Well gents, I do like our new cock-whore. Definitely worth the money. I gotta get going. I promised the wife I would not be late. We’re headed to Miami in the morning."
Bull pulled out, leaving my asshole gaping and empty. He gave my ass a slap. "Nice, Cock-whore. See you next month."
He turned to get dressed, while Hippie moved behind me. "More for me guys, thanks," he said, as he pushed slowly in to fill the void.
I continued to suck Crewcut dry when much to my surprise, he pulled out and leaned down and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Captain."
Then he assumed the position in front of me, and I raised up with our roles now reversed. He was on all fours, as I straddled his feet and positioned my cock for entry, while trying to bring Hippie with me. Unfortunately, he slipped out, but once I got in place, he quickly re-entered me at the same time I pushed slowly into Crewcut’s stretched asshole.
I groaned loudly, as I pushed into my first asshole. Sadly, there was no doubt who would be coming first this time. Although, Crewcut was still hard and began to stroke himself immediately upon my entry; I knew I would never last, the second I pushed myself all the way inside him. My entire lower body tingled with pleasure, as my cock was buried deep inside a stranger’s ass and I could feel a second stranger’s cock rubbing against my taint from inside me.
I groaned and moaned, already on the verge.
"Do you like this cock inside you, Cock-whore?" asked Hippie, arrogantly.
I could only moan in a broken series of wailing grunts, "Uh! Ah! Uuuuhh! Ahhhh!"
My orgasm was building quickly, as Hippie began to pound me hard, my hips rocking faster and faster. Crewcut was pounding his cock furiously, sensing I was on the edge.
The incredible sensation was too much, and my balls unleashed, pumping blast after blast of cum into Crewcut's ass.
I grunted, not slowing my pace, "Ah! Coming! For! Your! Cock!"
My jizz oozed from his ass, as I continued to pound him. Crewcut jacked himself off wildly, as I felt Hippie release inside me. His body convulsed in time with his throbbing cock.
I fucked Crewcut as hard and fast as I could, hoping he could come before I went limp. Hippie flopped out, unable to keep pace, as I focused solely on Crewcut. Finally, he let me know he was there. "Fuck, I'm coming!"
I could hear his cock sloshing with cum, as he furiously jacked himself off with my dick in his ass. When he finished, I slipped out exhausted and dropped to my hands and knees next to him. He offered his cock, and I sucked him clean, before Hippie pulled me off and replaced him in my mouth.
After a moment or two, Hippie pulled me off and pushed my head toward the floor. He stood there making sure I got every drop of cum off the floor.
"That's a good little bitch, Cock-whore, get it all."
As I finished, they got dressed and rang the bell, letting Mark and I know they were done.
"Excellent, CC, I see you're cleaning up your mess. Gentlemen, can I assume you two are also satisfied with CC's work this evening?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you. Well trained," answered Crewcut.
"Absolutely," added Hippie. "Again next month, I hope."
"I think that can be arranged. What do you think, Captain?" asked Mark, smugly.
"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied, as I licked up the last of Crewcut’s spunk.
As they left, I tried to understand Crewcut. He clearly was not like the rest. To all of them, I was just a cum bucket to use for personal gratification. He reciprocated. Which meant he was clearly gay, or at least, bi. I replayed the feel of fucking his ass over in my mind. It was amazing. I'd fantasized of fucking women in the ass many times. I even tried to convince Amy with no success.
It was every bit as good as I'd imagined, and the thought had my cock stirring again.
"Damn, CC. You are a horny fuck, aren't you? Unfortunately, I don't do sloppy seconds. Come on upstairs." He picked up the spatula and led the way.
I followed Mark and when he got to the kitchen, he stopped. "Tell you what, go get the dildo from the goody bag and you can ride it ’til you come again. Then maybe you can get home to Amy without having to explain a boner after losing four-hundred bucks at poker night."
I couldn't believe he was going to make me do it again, after servicing four strangers and him already. I also couldn't believe— that I was getting hard again after all of that. The image of Crewcut offering his ass had me getting harder by the minute. And in my newly demented mind, I wanted to ride my dildo while thinking of Crewcut's ass.
Much to my surprise, when I returned, Officer Reeves was talking to Mark, and his devious smile returned in full force, seeing me aroused and in uniform.
"Mr. Stilson, this really doesn't help your stalker argument, sir. I saw your vehicle parked out front and came to investigate. Mr. Thomas says he does not want to press charges again. But, sometimes in stalker cases, law enforcement has the latitude to override the victim’s decision, for their own good." He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. I noticed he did not have his gun belt on this evening.
"These matters affect families, as well. Mark tells me your wife is a sweet lady. I bet she has no idea about your alter ego, Steven. And now this..." He waved a hand at me like Vanna White, pointing out the puzzle on Wheel of Fortune.
I just stood speechless. Then the awkwardness of the suction-cup dildo in my hand hit home. I sat it on the kitchen counter as discreetly as possible, considering two fully clothed people were staring at me in my costume.
"He refers to himself as Captain Cock-whore and this is his uniform," said Mark. "Able to deepthroat any cock balls deep, is his superpower."
"This is really bad, Steven. I'm not sure I can overlook this..."
I knew what he wanted, and my still-hard cock made it clear I wanted the same thing. Another cock in my mouth. "Please Officer Reeves, I'll do anything. Please don't tell my wife."
He grinned, "I'll tell you what, Steven, Captain Cock-whore, Wayne or whatever you want to go by. I like to think I'm a fair person. I will let you make your oral argument as to why I should walk away, again. But it better be good..."
He stood with his ass to the counter, hands on his hips, and cock bulge clearly visible.
"Thank you, sir," I said, as I stepped forward and dropped to my knees, yet again.
He smiled down knowingly, and I reached up and unbuckled his belt.
"Uh-huh,” he said softly.
I proceeded to unzip his pants and pull them open and down, enough to free his balls, as well. He loved having them licked first. He wore white boxers that I peeled down, exposing his semi-hard cock. I had almost forgotten how the head was a dark-pink color, while his shaft was black. It made his plump round head look even bigger.
I gripped his warmth with my right hand, as I pulled his boxers clear of his balls. Then stroked him with both hands, slowly and deliberately. He moaned as he stiffened in my hands. It brought back memories of that fateful day when I was ‘forced’ to take Mark’s cock in the hand for the first time. I moved in close enough for my breath to wash over him, as I breathed in his scent.
Even then, it was still a surprise how the musky scent of cock, sent tingles through my body. Prior to meeting Mark-fucking-Thompson, I would never have believed this would ever be the case.
Next, I moved my left hand to his thigh for support, as I leaned down and began to lick his balls, while stroking his shaft with my right hand. The salty flavor electrified my taste buds, as my tongue caressed his wrinkled sack. I stroked his length, and he became fully hard for me.
My boner poked my belly as I leaned down to service his balls, licking and kissing every bit of him. When my tongue slipped through the crease between his thighs and ball sack, the salty taste intensified. The need to have him in my mouth took control. I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, cupping his balls in my hands.
Next, I swirled my tongue around his cock head tracing the rim, before taking his head in my mouth. I sucked the head, swirling my tongue and tasting his pre-cum. His hand rested on my head as he spoke.
"Fuck, you make a strong argument, Steven," groaned Officer Reeves.
I pushed him deeper with each thrust and after a few tries, my lips touched his bush and his balls bounced on my chin.
"Captain Cock-whore strikes again," said Mark. "It's unbelievable. How the fuck do you do that?"
I moaned and bobbed faster, encouraged by his comments. My cock throbbed as I took all of him.
"Fuck, here, ah! It comes!" grunted Officer Reeves.
I nodded, as I took the first blast of cum. Followed by a rapid series of jets of cream into my mouth. He groaned and jerked with each shot, and I swallowed most of it, but knew I'd be licking the floor yet again for whatever escaped.
Mark stood quietly as Officer Reeves let me suck him dry, slowly, then sucking hard as I pulled out to his cock head. I repeated the process several times, before he removed himself.
"I assume you won't be pursuing charges, Officer?" asked Mark, sarcastically.
"I suppose, I can honor your wishes again. You should thank him Steven, or Cock-whore, or Wayne. Whoever the fuck you are today," he said, as he tucked his cock back in his pants.
"Spilled a little, CC,” said Mark.
I dropped my head and searched out the escaped jizz and licked it up as ordered.
"You'll probably want to hang around a few. You'll want to see how he handles his boner problem," Mark smirked.
"Really, if you say so…"
Mark picked up the dildo and suctioned it to the floor. Then, he pulled out his phone and waited for me to finish.
"There ya go, CC. Ready for some relief, my friend?" asked Mark, sarcastically.
Every time he referred to me as his 'friend', my inner voice screamed, "You are not my friend!"
"You may want to record it. It's really quite the sight." Mark's eyes rolled as he spoke.
Then, much to my disappointment, Officer Reeves pulled out his phone. My shame was apparent with the exception of my cock, which was fully stiff and ready for the feel of the vibrating cock in my ass as it released its seed.
In my mind, I thought, what's one more video that could destroy my marriage and career. I honestly lost count of how many there could be.
I positioned myself over the rubber cock, as I felt and heard it hum to life. I straddled it, then lowered my ass to my heels, sitting on my legs as the rubber dick pushed inside me. When my asshole first touched the vibrator, I gasped at the stimulating tickle that rushed through my groin.
I whimpered, as I touched it firmly, and began to wriggle onto it. I hoped that he would let me do this to completion, without taunting me and turning it off. But I knew he would have to show off for Officer Reeves along the way.
"You like that speed, CC?" asked Mark.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" I said, emphatically.
"You should thank him for not turning in your stalker ass, Mr. Stilson," added Officer Reeves.
"Yes, sir. Thank you for not turning me in, sir. You, too, Officer Reeves, th-thank you. Ah!" I lowered myself slowly onto the cock and relished the tickling vibration through my ass and balls. I pushed it in an inch, then back up, then another inch deeper each time.
I gripped my cock and begged pitifully. "Can I please make myself come for your cock now?"
"Shit, Steven, you got it bad man," said Officer Reeves.
"You've done well today, CC. Since you asked nicely. You may do your thing."
I pushed the cock all the way in and rolled my hips letting the vibrator do its magic, deep inside me. I felt it from my balls to my nipples, as I stroked myself slowly at first.
To regain some feeling of control, I included Officer Reeves, as I gave myself some relief. I knew it might anger Mark but did it anyway.
"Your cocks make me so hard. Please let me come for your cocks." I could feel an orgasm brewing quickly. As pathetic as I looked, and knowing Officer Reeves was recording, it didn't seem to matter. The image of every cock I'd serviced, danced in my head, as their taste lingered in my mouth.
"So fucking hard for your cocks." I began to bounce and jack off faster when Mark fucked with me again and shut off the dildo. "Please, sir. Turn it back on, please. I need to come," I gasped shakily.
"What do you think Officer? Should I?" asked Mark, teasingly.
"He's pretty fuckin' sad. He did say please."
"Okay then." He flipped it back on high and pulse.
I began to bounce and jack off feverishly, needing to come before he changed his mind. "Thank you, sa! Sir. Can I please come now?"
"Yes," replied Mark.
"I'm gonna love playin' this back, Wayne Stilson," Officer Reeves taunted.
The implication of using my real name did not sink in, I was so completely cock-drunk from my poker-night experience, I needed to empty my balls and clear my fucking head.
The tingling in my ass and balls seemed to encompass my entire lower body, as the vibrator stimulated my prostate.
"Oh God, I'm gonna come. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm coming for your cocks! Com-ing for y-your cocks!"
I grunted loudly, as my cock pumped out every drop of cum I had left. Finally, I fell forward onto my right hand, as I fucked the rubber cock with my asshole. My hand was a blur as my body spasmed with each pulse of jizz exiting my balls.
I whimpered in a loud, high-pitch, squeaky voice. "Coming! For! Your! Cocks!"
As my orgasm passed, the humiliation began to sink in, while I licked the come off my hand, so Mark could see.
"Fuck Wayne, I ain't never seen anything like that." Officer Reeves shook his head and stopped recording.
"Clean it up, CC. You know the drill. Shower’s at the end of the hall. You had better clean up before going home. You really wasted no time. I thought those guys would last a little longer with you. But you took 'em out quick, my friend. Amy's gonna be impressed how early you burned through four-hundred bucks. Better luck next month, huh?"
I didn't reply but began to lick my cum off the floor obediently.
"Please try and contain yourself in the future, Mr. Stilson. I'm afraid county lock-up is in your future if you can't exercise a little self-control. Thank you, Mr. Thomas. You have a good evening. You should thank Mr. Thomas for being so generous."
I picked up my head and looked toward Mark. "Thank you, sir."
"You’re, welcome, Captain. Clean it all up and then yourself. You can show yourself out when you’re done. And no jacking off in the shower, please."
Officer Reeves stepped out the door. "Evenin' Mr. Thomas."
"Night, officer," replied Mark.
When he stepped out, Mark looked down at me. "I may text you tomorrow for a shot at that ass, after you tighten back up, my friend. Be ready."
I clenched my teeth in disbelief. He was making it impossible to explain to Amy, having to leave the house without making her suspicious.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
As I was left alone to regroup and clean up. I thought about what I might do with the free rein in his house. I struggled to come up with anything I thought might work to extricate myself from his grasp.
While I showered, I thought maybe there was something in his house I could find to use for leverage. He had to have a history of blackmail and extortion. There is no way I was his first victim. If I could get proof...
I quickly came to the realization that every time I tried to free myself, it backfired, and I dug the hole deeper. If he caught me snooping and he surely would, it would only be worse and likely cause him to tell Amy.
As I dressed to go home, I resigned myself to the fact, there was likely no way out until he got bored. That was it, complete compliance was my best strategy. Make it too easy and he'll get bored and move on.