A Cock in the Hand CH 02

I arrived home after running all the way back. Standing outside the back sliding door, I caught my breath and looked for any signs of life in the house. So far so good, I thought, as a mixture of drying cum and saliva on my chin and neck reminded me, this was not a bad dream.

Despite the sweat from summertime humidity in Dallas, my shriveled, cum-soaked cock was beginning to feel crusty. I crept inside and heard no signs of stirring. My choice was to either sneak into the bedroom and take a shower, which would surely wake my wife, Amy; or take a shower in the guest bath, that would get her radar up if she caught me.

I decided I could explain it as feeling bad after our fight and not wanting to disturb her, so I headed to the guest bath. Unfortunately, there was no shampoo or conditioner in that bath, so body wash would have to do.

As I removed my crusted, cum-filled underwear and shorts, I realized there was no explanation for that. So I balled them up and put them in the trash with some tissues on top. It was quickly apparent she would probably notice them in the trash, so I scrapped that plan and took them in the shower with me. I would wash them out and say, 'I had a slip and fall that got them muddy. In order to prevent mud from messing up the load of laundry I rinsed them in the shower.'

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The hot water washing over me was a relief. I pressed both palms against the shower wall and leaned my head under the water and just let it wash all remnants of the morning off me and down the drain.

It still felt like a bad dream, but as I repeated his name, address, and phone number in my head, it was all too real. I could not believe how I let myself get blackmailed into sucking his cock in just a few minutes after seeing him playing with himself next to the trail.

Was the arrogant prick really stupid enough to give me his real info? I wondered if he was able to manipulate others like me. He sure seemed comfortable with the location and whacking off in public. I needed to get online and find out if his info was real and try one of those criminal background sites.

Even as I washed my body clean, the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth. I opened my mouth and let the shower water flood in several times but couldn't wash away the taste.

My anger within grew and I fought with myself in my mind.

How could you fall for that?!!

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He was going to show Amy and the cops the video he played me into!

How did you let him get you on tape looking like you were soliciting him, you fucking moron?!!

Who would ever think a stranger would do that in the middle of a fucking park! He'd obviously done this before!

You let him come in your mouth! - I wasn't thinking straight, I could lose my whole family!

You let him make you come in your pants! - It all happened so fast!

You forced yourself to take all of him inside you. - I had to do what he said to get the video!

You wanted to prove to yourself you could take the whole fucking thing, and now you're getting hard again thinking about it! - Oh shit! I was getting hard again.

The images played in my head like a twisted slide show. The moment I first touched it with my hand, so hot and hard. The glistening cock head disappeared in my hand then lunged toward my face. The accidental contact with my lips as he pushed me against the tree. The taste, as his pre-cum dripped down my lip to my mouth. The way he filled my mouth as he pushed his way in. The need to take all of him!

I snapped myself out of it, only to feel the shame of a full-on, rock-hard boner. I told myself it's PTSD, as I finished washing and used the body wash on my hair.

The urge to fuck Amy was strong. I thought I could slip into bed with the hard-on and give her a morning wake-up to remember. Then his comments about fucking my wife thinking of his cock hit home. He was in my head, and I had to get him out. Given the situation with Amy, poking her with a morning hard-on was not a good formula for a successful make-up.

Going to my bedroom wrapped in a towel with my cock poking out was going to be a problem, so I decided to take care of the problem myself. After applying the body wash, I stroked myself off, imagining Amy bent over the living room sofa fucking her from behind.

I envisioned my thighs slapping her buns, sending shockwaves through her ass cheeks, as she screamed with pleasure. I quickly felt an orgasm building as my hand moved with a blur. I groaned, picturing her in a position we hadn't been in for years. With two kids, fucking in the living room just didn't happen anymore.

As my orgasm hit, the image of her jiggling buns was replaced by the memory of his pulsing cock unloading in my mouth. I recalled feeling the wave of spunk passing through his cock before bursting into my mouth.

I put my left hand over my cock head catching my load in my palm and suddenly had the thought of taking it to my mouth. Instead, I quickly let the shower wash it from my hand and down the drain, angry that I let him in my head again!

The release calmed me down and fixed the problem. When I finished and stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel, I was thankful I handled the problem, since Amy was downstairs and looking at me as I came out of the bathroom.

I looked at her and smiled, "I'm sorry, honey. I should have been a better listener instead of trying to "fix it" for you. I do understand your frustration and I promise I'll do whatever you need to make the transition easier. I know it's gotta be stressful, dealing with a new city, new boss and no support system..."

Her smile and open arms made my heart race. "I'm sorry, too, sweetheart," she said, as we hugged. We held the embrace, rocking one another for a long moment. "I let it get to me and I'm so sorry, Wayne. I know it's a lot for you, too."

"Let me make breakfast this morning, and give you a break. How's that sound?" I said, as we released the hug.

"Sounds good, I'm going to have to go to the Parkview store this afternoon. If I can get my shower quick before Caleb and Ashley wake up, that would be great," she said, eyeing me. "Why'd you use the guest bath?"

"Didn't want to wake you and I was a clutz and slipped in the mud on my run. I didn't want to trek upstairs all dirty either," I said, killing two birds with one stone, since I held my wet clothes in my hand.

She gave me a kiss and headed off to the shower. I got dressed and started making pancakes. Before long, the kids came down and we all had breakfast together.

Afterwards, the kids watched some cartoons, and we had a good hour together to listen to her concerns. When she had a chance to vent, I suggested we look at having her mom and or sister come for a visit and give her some relief.

She agreed and was going to talk to them later that evening. I began to feel better, thinking that we could get through this, and my encounter would be a thing of the past. I would, however, check him out online and see what I could learn about him.

We had a pleasant morning and I made lunch before Amy had to go to work.

"Thank you so much for this morning, babe," she said, as she headed out. "Love you!"

"Love you more!" I replied.

"I shouldn't be more than three hours."

She was forever optimistic. Usually, three hours turned into eight in the retail management world.

I put a movie on for the kids and grabbed my laptop to research Mark Thomas in Dallas. There were a few Mark Thomases, but I did find him on Insta and confirmed with his pictures it was him. The address was real and Google Maps put him on the other side of the park. It looked like a comparable neighborhood to ours from the street view. I was not able to confirm the phone number and was not willing to risk testing it, or he would have my number.

Unable to let it go and having exhausted my internet sleuthing skills, I decided to take the kids for ice cream and do a drive-by. As we passed, I saw a black Jeep Wrangler in the driveway and spotted him in the side yard, working on the fence. I did not see any sign of a wife or kids as we passed, and dared not risk another pass, fearing he might notice me. Unfortunately, the only way out of the neighborhood, took me past his house again.

My mind raced with the arrogance of this prick, giving out his name and address, as if he wanted me to come after him. As I turned around to exit the neighborhood, the natives got restless, and an argument broke out over the handheld game boy.

"Hey! Do you want ice cream, or are we turning around for home?" I yelled, with the universal parent threat.

They both chimed in, "I'll be good!"

As we passed again, his house was on my side of the car making me nervous. He was still working and not looking my way. I scanned the house for any signs of any other people and still didn't see anyone. Then from the corner of my eye, he seemed to turn my way and I looked forward quickly not wanting to make eye contact and give myself away. I watched in the rearview and did not see any signs of him looking.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with the kids. We had ice cream and I let them ride their bikes. Amy came home about 5:30pm and we went out to eat.

On the way to the restaurant, she called her mother, who was dying to come for a visit. She told Amy it was her father's annual fishing trip, and he was gone for two weeks. So while we waited to be seated, we bought her a ticket for the next day!

There was a tremendous sense of relief for Amy and during dinner, she gave an indication that a back rub might be worth my while that evening.

It may have been paranoia given the events of the day, but after coming twice already, I didn't want to risk suspicion. We hadn't had sex in over a month and there was a good chance she would figure out there was something off if I didn't blow the appropriate load. So, I was relieved when she did not pursue it at bedtime. She just snuggled up and faded off to sleep. That was also a sign her stress levels were down, and she was able to rest.

Unfortunately for me, I struggled all night long. It took forever to sleep and when I did, it was broken up by bad dreams. In the morning, I actually thought about going for a run to clear my head, before it hit me, I can never run in that park again. Shit! That was one of the reasons we chose the house! But I couldn't risk ever running into him with my family!

As I lay there, that was the moment I knew I had to do something about the arrogant bastard. I slipped out of bed and retreated to my future man-cave in the basement. For the first time, I pulled up the video on my phone. There had to be something I could use on it.

As I watched I was reminded how damaging it would be if it was ever found. I watched it all the way through three times, dumbfounded by how he manipulated the situation. Each time, my heart raced with panic and at least there was no uncontrollable boner this time. Just disgust and fear.

Amy could never see it, so I moved the video from my phone to my work tablet and hid it in some program file folder that no one would think to look in. I was frustrated, beyond words that nothing on the video seemed to give me hope for using it against him. It would take video editing skills far beyond my abilities to make it usable. I decided to investigate video editing software later.

Then, I noted the time. It was almost exactly twenty-four hours since the incident. He was probably jacking off waiting for me in the woods. It angered me the bastard was probably doing just that, sure of himself that I would do his bidding.

I thought about making an anonymous call to the police and reporting a flasher in the park. But sadly, I wasn't even sure how to describe the spot or where it was in the park exactly. So I came up with a plan.

I would retrace my steps this afternoon. He surely couldn't hang out all day. I would identify it on the map. Then I would reach out to him and ask to meet tomorrow morning and tip the police that I saw a man masturbating in public. I found the info for the park police and programmed the number into my phone. Then I printed out the trail map and prepared myself.

Amy's mom, Beth, wasn't getting in until about 6:30pm, so there would be plenty of time after lunch to go for a run. Since a morning run was out, I spent some more time on the internet and looked at some background-check sites. It became apparent, I would need more info on him to get any kind of check done. I used the street view of Google Maps to scope out his house. I hoped to get a back and side view but couldn't get much.

So, I made breakfast again and gave Amy some quiet time while I entertained the kids. We had a good Sunday morning, and after lunch I took my run.

When I got to the site, my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I took some pics of the area and the site; in case I should need them. Then I zeroed in on the location on the map, to be able to direct park police to the site.

Feeling like a detective, I decided to drive by his house again after my run. I told Amy I was going to get some things for the yard. As I drove by, the Wrangler was not in the drive, and it looked quiet. So, I pulled around the corner and parked out of view of the house. Then I got out and walked back by, scoping out the property and looking for entry points.

If I lured him out to the park and I could get in the house, I might find something to use against him. After passing the house twice with no sign of activity, I pretended to be calling my dog and walked up the drive and around the side into the backyard.

My heart raced as I stepped onto the back deck and looked into the kitchen. There was a laptop on the island counter. I tried the slider and it moved, but only about an inch before hitting a stop. As I saw the broom handle in the slot, it hit me how crazy I was being. I had no idea when he might come home, so I quickly retreated.

I got back to my car, feeling like a private eye from TV, but unlike those P.I.s, I was trembling. As I thought about a way in, I began to formulate a plan. If I could get a straightened coat hanger shaped right, I could possibly get the handle out of the slider and gain access. Luckily, his back slider was in a nook that blocked the view from the neighbors' on the sides.

It seemed almost foolproof. I would reach out today and arrange a meeting to bait him, wake up early and be there when he leaves for the park. Then I would get inside to look around and fifteen to twenty minutes before the meet time, call the park police. If they didn't get him, I'd have a chance to find some evidence to use against him and be long gone before he gets back.

As an extra layer of precaution, I went to the Dollar Store on the way home and got my first burner phone. I was really enjoying the P.I. thing. I activated it and made the call from the Dollar Store parking lot.

"Hello?"

I froze at the sound of his voice.

"Helloooo?" he said, annoyed.

"It's Steven," I said, sheepishly.

"Steven, my friend. Are you calling with the other four hundred dollars you promised for letting you suck my cock? I can't believe I let you talk me into that. I never would have imagined. But I gotta say, you know what you're doing. You must do that a lot."

I sat there speechless. Was he recording this, I wondered?

"Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"Are you bringing my money?"

He was infuriating! I just needed him there.

"Be there," I said, sternly.

"Not unless you promise to bring what I'm owed. And you'll need more if you want a repeat. We both know that's why you called. You know I'm not... like you, but I need the money. Are you bringing the money, Steven?"

"Yes, be there!" I hung up.

My anger level was off the scales again. I sat there trying to calm myself, running through the plan. Adrenalin rushed through me as I realized how crazy this all was. If I got caught, who knew what could happen. Breaking and entering, would not go over well with the airline.

That night, I was hyped up and ready for that back rub. Unfortunately, Amy and her mom stayed up late catching up. And she had work on Monday. It was my long weekend, so I was off Monday with the 5:00am flight to DC, scheduled Tuesday morning.

I laid awake for a while running through the plan and then, nearly slept too long. I woke up, grabbed my phones, coat hanger and tablet as I rushed out in my running gear.

I arrived at his house about 5:20am and was pleasantly reassured to see the Jeep. I parked on the other side of his street one house down and watched. There were no lights on, so I sat reading the news from my tablet.

My next move was one I would soon regret. I brought up the video of our encounter, looking again at how I might edit it to use against him. As I watched, I felt the stirring in my balls like I did that morning. Why I didn't turn it off and stay on task, I will always wonder. My eyes shifted from the house to the video and back to the house, as my dick stiffened uncontrollably.

Just as I came to the realization, I needed to turn it off and focus on the plan, a blinding light shined through the window as a policeman tapped his flashlight against the glass.

"Step out of the vehicle, please," he barked.

I jumped and dropped the tablet onto the floor and nearly fainted as my heart felt like it had exploded in my chest.

"Step out now, sir!" he commanded, blinding me with the light. I think his hand was on the butt of his gun.

He opened the door. As he did the sound of Mark's voice blared from the tablet. "Damn, Steven, suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!"

I could not see anything but spots from the light in my eyes, but the tone of his voice demonstrated his disgust. "Now, sir. Step out and face the vehicle with your hands on the top of your car."

As I stepped out, my blue lycra shorts gave a great outline of my rapidly shrinking hard-on. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he saw it. He grabbed my elbow and steered me toward the car leading my hand to the roof. Then he did a quick frisk as he spoke.

"Do you live in this neighborhood, sir?" He asked as he brought a hand down behind my back.

"No, I was a..." I stopped myself before saying something stupid.

"Watching gay porn in front of Mr. Thomas's house. He reported you've been stalking him and soliciting sex for money?"

"No that's not true..." He slapped a handcuff on me and gripped my other wrist.

"That was you in the video wasn't it, sir? What's your name?" He cuffed my other hand.

"No, please; this a misunderstanding. I was not soliciting or stalking. My name is Wayne Stilson. I was gonna go jogging and..." I again lost my train of thought in a full panic.

"I'm gonna set you in the back of my car and let you collect your thoughts, Mr. Stilson while I take a statement from Mr. Thomas. He took my tablet and guided me to his SUV cruiser. The tablet was frozen with the video stopped on an image of the ground, right before Mark had turned off the recording and dropped my phone.

"No please, he's crazy!" I pleaded.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll hear from you once you calm down a bit." He sat the tablet on the cruiser and held me against his car. I'm going to leave these on 'til I come back and then I'll take them off while we talk. But you need to patiently wait, Mr. Stilson.

"Can I see your ID, please?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, I left it at home. I was going jogging and didn't have pockets..."

"That's unfortunate, Mr. Stilson. Have a seat in the back please."

He sat me in the car and locked the doors. Then he returned to my car and retrieved the keys and both phones. He looked in the back seat with the flashlight and removed the straightened coat hanger. He looked at it and tossed it back in.

Then, he stepped back, showed me the items, and walked back to me. He stopped to record my license plate number, then returned and opened the door.

"Are both of these your phones Mr. Stilson?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'm going to leave these in the front seat with your tablet and keys. We'll talk shortly," he said with a stern look, and slammed the door closed again.

He was African American, about six feet tall and slender, but muscular. His name tag said Officer Reeves and as I watched him walk away, he turned off the flashlight. The sun was peeking through, and a car drove by. I prayed no one would see me and was thankful I was new to the area.

My mind raced and I could not focus on any story that made sense to explain this. So as Mark Thomas stepped onto the front porch in his bathrobe to meet Officer Reeves, I remembered a simple thing my parents taught me. "It's always better to tell the truth."

I rocked nervously in disbelief. This could cost everything! My family and career blown up in a weekend. Was solicitation a felony? I had no clue. Convicted felon! Fuck! It had to be a misdemeanor for a first offence. But what if you add stalking. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They seemed to be talking forever. Mark pointed at the door handle, then they talked some more and went inside. It was a torturously long time they were inside, and my panic only seemed to get worse.

It must have been thirty minutes and cars were really coming by now. I thanked God the light bar wasn't flashing on the police car. With the tinted windows I didn't think anyone could see in, so it just looked like a police car parked on the street. No one even seemed to be looking in my direction.

When he finally returned, he walked casually to the car and around to the curb side. He hit the electric lock and opened the rear door on the other side. Then he leaned down. "Are you a little calmer now, Mr. Stilson, or should I call you Steven."

I thought to myself, "Well, fuck again. He knows the alias I gave Mark."

"You can call me Wayne," I said meekly.

"I'll stick with Mr. Stilson. So this story just seems to get better and better. Mr. Thomas just confessed to prostituting himself for eight hundred dollars, but was willing to confess and face and consequences so he could get us to keep you away from him. What do you say to that Mr. Stilson?"

I was rocking and had to calm myself. "He's lying, Officer Reeves. He manipulated me and turned things around to set me up. You can check my record, I have never done anything like what he's accusing me of, ever. I bet he's done it before and if you check..."

"I already ran preliminaries on you both and there are no priors for either of you. Your name checks out as the owner of your vehicle and the Maryland DMV photo matches. If I uncuff you, are you gonna stay calm?"

"Yes please, take them off. This is just a misunderstanding..."

"Do you know how many times a day I hear that, Mr. Stilson?" He shook his head with a disbelieving smile.

"Okay, I shouldn't do this but I'm gonna keep this as discreet as possible. I'm gonna put my weapon in the front and we can talk in the back where no one can see you through the glass."

He climbed in holding the cuff key and waved his hand to tell me to turn. Then he uncuffed me and leaned back against the door facing me. He took out his notepad and started taking my statement.

"So you know Mr. Reeves then?"

"Well yes, we met for the first and only time on Saturday morning..."

I continued describing our encounter and how he was publicly masturbating, when he lured me in and set me up and caught it on video, twisting it to look like I was soliciting him, when in reality it was the opposite.

He seemed objective and listened to everything. I did not tell him about driving by or coming by yesterday to case the joint for a potential B & E.

I did tell him I was here to make sure he went to our meeting and planned to call the park police. I even told him the number was programmed into my phone.

"Why do you have two phones, anyway?" he asked.

I explained not trusting him and making sure he could not get my real number. So he decided to get the phones and tablet and brought them into the back seat.

"So the video you were watching. What's it going to show me?" He picked up the tablet.

"Please don't that's my private work tablet..."

"And you keep sex videos on it?"

"No, just that one to keep as evidence..." I shut up again as it was not evidence that could help my case.

"So let's watch it and see..."

"Please don't, I told you he set me up and..."

"Okay, so we'll watch, and you can tell me exactly what happened."

I thought about demanding a warrant and refusing to let him see it, but I was afraid I would lose him all together. If this ever got to a warrant being issued, it would already be too late.

"Don't you need a warrant, or something?" I asked halfheartedly.

"Well since you asked, I technically don't. You were sitting on a public street watching a video of yourself in plain view. But that's okay, I don't need to see it to charge you. Based on Mr. Thomas's report, what you've reported and given what I saw of the video, there is more than enough evidence. Did I mention you just happened to be parked across the street from the man who says you are stalking him after soliciting sex.

I must say the voice of the person you were performing oral sex on in your video, sounded like Mr. Thomas. I listened to both stories and saw part of the video, Mr. Stilson. Everything corroborates his story and I have more than enough to arrest you for solicitation, lewd acts in public and stalking. Oh, yeah and driving without a license."

"I'm parked on a public street, how is that stalking?" I said, without thought. 'Why was I picking a fight with the cop?' I asked myself.

"Mr. Stilson, I'm gonna be frank with you. I should not be sharing this, but you do check out with no priors, and you're married with children. You have a lot to lose, and I am not fond of destroying a man's life. For some reason, I feel sorry for you. I'm not sure what has driven you to this, but this is getting serious." He spoke softly and earnestly. "Mr. Thomas showed me security video of you trying to break into his house yesterday."

He's loading that onto a thumb drive as we speak. When we add attempted breaking and entering to the charges, I think you are looking at months in jail, even for a first offence. I suggest you come clean and see if we can work out a way to convince Mr. Thomas not to press charges. He has video surveillance front and back. He compiled footage that looks very much like your vehicle passing by multiple times on Saturday as well as Sunday when you tried to break in. And now this morning..."

"Please, Officer Reeves, I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God!" I pleaded.

He looked at me pitifully and shook his head. Then he picked up the tablet and hit play. He watched attentively and I pointed out where he said things that implied he was forcing me and where I was accusing him of forcing me. But even as I made my case, I knew the video only made it worse. Why the hell did I bring the tablet, I wondered to myself. He watched it all the way through and looked at me in disbelief.

"Yeah, that didn't help, Mr. Stilson. Even if I wanted to believe you, he stated several times that you approached him and wanted him to make you do it. That's exactly how it played out in the video. You mentioned purging the phones, but you didn't obviously, and I think you were about to masturbate this morning watching the video you made of the encounter."

"Please, I swear..." I stared at the floor with nothing more to say.

"I'm gonna watch this again," he said, turning to face the front holding it on his lap.

He talked as it played. "You are stroking the shit out of him, and he did not climax, Steven."

"My name's Wayne," I corrected, but he seemed oblivious.

"That's not the behavior of someone soliciting sex in the park, that wants to hit it quick and get out."

"Damn, Steven, this looks like you are enjoying that thing in your mouth. I've been married for twenty-two years, and my wife hasn't sucked my cock since the honeymoon. But she never sucked dick like that even before we were married.

You tryin' to tell me he made you do that? Shit man. I think 'Steven' is your little cocksucker super ego. He led you to that park and you let him loose. Damn, Steven, he sighed as Mark's voice yelled out, "...suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!"

He looked at me hungrily and my heart sank. His pants were tenting as he dropped the tablet to the floor. "Damn, Steven, now I got a problem I'm gonna need help with. Maybe we can help each other out."

"Oh please no, what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"I've got years of conflict resolution training and you are a skilled cocksucker, Steven. Option A, you use your skills and I'll use mine. Or option B, we can proceed to the station and let Mr. Thomas press charges. If we leave now, you may be processed by this evening, and if your wife posts bail, you could be home in time for supper."

"Please, officer..."

"A or B, Steven, ten seconds!" he barked.

"A, I choose A." I yelled, then after taking a breath, said softly, "My name is Wayne."

"It's Steven I need right now. I don't want the hit quick and get out version, either. It's been a long fucking time and I want the full treatment from balls to tip, fondled, stroked kissed and licked, Steven. Now help me get these pants down while I think about our talk with Mr. Thomas."

He stretched his feet out to the floor on my side, raised his pelvis, looked at his crotch, then back to me. I took his cue and leaned toward him to unbuckle his belt. He smiled at me but somehow, not quite with the same spiteful arrogance that Mark showed. As if that made it any better.

As I peeled his pants down, he lifted his pelvis and wiggled his hips to help. I pulled his boxers along with the pants. And his semi-hard, dark cock flopped onto his shirt. While I worked them down past his knees, he unbuttoned a few buttons and spread his shirt so his seven inches could lay on his exposed stomach.

He didn't look old enough to be married twenty-two years and was in fairly good shape with the start of a 'spare tire' around the midsection. His cock was cut, very dark and balls almost hairless. His almost round cock head had a pink hue to it, making it stand out against his darker shaft and belly.

I worked his pants down to his ankles and he spread his knees, leaning back against the door. His smile was wide and bright, as I sat in disbelief. Was this guy in cahoots with Mark Thomas, or was this some kind of unbelievable coincidence?

I stared at his stiffening dick, and he started singing softly, "Stroke me, stroke me." Then he spoke commandingly, "Like you love it, Steven; start slow and I want the enthusiasm you gave Mr. Thomas." I looked at him with pleading eyes. "On the clock, Steven; ten, nine..."

I leaned in with my right hand and pressed my palm gently against his nuts and pushed up his length rubbing my flattened palm up his shaft to the tip. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, as the tingling in my balls began again. I cursed my own cock as his hardening cock seemed to take control of my own, bringing on another sympathetic hard-on.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. Then I slid back down about halfway, gripped his shaft and began to stroke his length slowly. He became almost instantly rock hard giving me hope this would be over soon.

"Oh that's good, now that two-hand thing you did." He seemed to melt into the door becoming more relaxed as his head rolled back against the door like he was taking a much-needed nap. His breathing was deep and steady, and he hummed softly.

With my left hand I cupped his balls rubbing slowly trying to imagine how I would want Amy to touch me. "Mmmmhhhhh." He sighed pushing his balls against my hand.

My right hand focused on stroking his tip and I felt his pre-cum begin to coat his head causing him to moan louder. I stroked faster hoping I could get him off quickly. "Fuck, Steven, slow down buddy, I want that mouth," he panted, and pushed my hands away.

"Kiss my balls, I miss that a lot. Help me out, buddy, I'm formulatin' a plan for ya." He looked at me with that wide grin. I hoped he wasn't playing me. He had me completely at his whim. There was no judge or jury that would see that video and believe me.

His scent was pungent and strong as I leaned in. When my tongue touched his wrinkled sack, it was so much softer than I imagined. His taste was slightly salty but oddly, had a hint of mint. I wasn't sure if it was the soap he used or what. "Oh yeah that's nice, now kiss them all over..." he sighed long and softly. I began to kiss them as he commanded. I can't explain why, but kissing them seemed worse than licking them. The thought of kissing another man just seemed more disturbing to me.

His hips gyrated and he moaned his approval over and over, so I continued. "Oh yeah, worship it, cocksucker."

When I sufficiently covered his nuts with kisses, I advanced to licking, starting by licking up his centerline separating his balls with my tongue. Then I swirled around the sides and up the seam of his balls and thigh. His hand gripped my head, holding me there and guiding me to cover every bit of him. Then I ran my tongue firmly up his shaft feeling the veins against my tongue. He groaned in ecstasy, and I sensed he was done waiting, so when I reached his head, I sucked his tip into my mouth and plunged him in.

"Oh yes, Steven, fuck!" he groaned loudly, and raised his ass off the seat.

I bobbed my head up and down working his length into my throat in a few strokes. His body trembled and the urgency of his groans told me he was there. His second hand gripped my head and I bounced on his cock as fast as I could. His pre-cum coated my mouth and the stirring in my cock was off the charts. I was hard as steel and disgusted that I couldn't stop it.

He grunted hard and deep, and his cock pulsed releasing jet after jet of hot spunk into my mouth and throat. "Oh fuck! Eat my fucking jizz, cocksucker," he growled, as his body jerked.

I did as commanded, trying not to let anything dribble onto his uniform. After what, I guessed was about ten throbbing pulses of spunk, his orgasm passed, and I continued to milk him dry.

"Oh shit, Steven, Mr. Thomas was right. You are a cock-hungry fuck."

He pushed me off and pulled his pants up. "Damn," he panted, then held up my 'burner' phone. "This is your cocksucker phone, right?"

I nodded my head in shame. It was my private-eye-bringing-down-the-bad-guy phone, but to Officer Reeves, it was my cock-sucking-stalker phone. I understood why he thought so after everything.

He typed something in, and his phone dinged. "We've got each other's info now. I'm going to need some follow-up on this matter, Steven. Maybe once a week. Same time next week?" he said, as he exited the car.

"I can't. I'm a pilot, so my schedule changes. This was my long weekend. I take off first thing in the morning and I'll be working next Monday..."

"It's okay, Steven, I'm flexible. When do you get back in town?

"Thursday and Friday next week, but I've got a family..."

He put on his holster and adjusted his uniform. "We'll make it work, Steven. I won't need much of your time. But if you want my help, I need you to commit to a time for a follow-up session."

"Thursday morning, I get back and off the clock at 6:15am if the flight's on time," I said, looking down at the car seat in shame.

"Now we better see what we can do to talk Mr. Thomas out of pressing charges. Step out of the vehicle, Mr. Stilson, and follow me."

He carried my phones and tablet, and I followed as we walked to Mark Thomas's house. Mark came to the door in his bathrobe again. "Officer Reeves." He nodded and looked at me without speaking.

"Mr. Thomas, I think Steven is ready to deliver a full confession and an apology. Isn't that right, Steven."

I wanted to scream, "Hell no! I didn't do anything!" But even as that thought went through my head, I noticed in the reflection of the door glass my semi-hard cock, and the wet spot of pre-cum that soaked through my lycra shorts. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas."

Mark could not hold back his arrogant grin any longer. "Well that's great, but how am I supposed to sleep tonight knowing the nut job that was stalking me apologized and that's that? He needs to pay the price for his bad behavior. Otherwise, he'll just go on to someone else."

"Mr. Thomas, I think Steven truly regrets his behavior and he has no priors. He has had some stress in his life lately and got a little out of hand. I've talked to him about other outlets for his stress and he has shown a willingness to comply with the law. By the way, he did confirm the video you told me about. It's on here," Officer Reeves said, holding up the tablet. "Would you like to see it? It corroborates your story."

"Yes, please, and I will need a copy. In case there's a repeat of his stalking behavior," he said looking at my wet spot. My cock was now completely soft.

"So that sounds like you are willing to not press charges, should Steven comply with your demands. I will remind you, according to your own statement, you took the money. From what I saw, you were a more-than-willing participant in the solicitation."

"I think that sounds reasonable, I know he has a family, and I would never want to break them up." said Mark, feigning concern.

"Can we step inside then and continue the discussion?" Officer Reeves asked, as he looked at me. "Are you willing to comply with Mr. Thomas, Steven? I think he's being very gracious, letting you off so easily."

Fucked and with no options that didn't blow up my life completely, I said, "Yes."

Mark led us to the kitchen and sat down at his laptop. "I have a thumb drive here. Put the video on this. Do you have the first one, too?"

They both looked at me and Officer Reeves asked, "First one?"

"Yeah, that shows the four hundred dollars and him recording my package."

"Steven?" asked Officer Reeves.

Fuck! I did have that one too. "Yes, but..." I stopped myself, already defeated.

"Let's see that one." said Officer Reeves, giving me the evil eye.

I played it and they watched together. Then they watched the second video while I stood there in shame. When Mark downloaded them to his drive, he turned to Officer Reeves. "Thank you, officer. Can I have a few minutes with Steven, to clarify my position on this matter?" His robe was tenting, and I knew what was coming next. No pun intended..

"Sure thing, Mark, I'll be at the house if things don't work out and you want to press charges. I start my shift in another hour," said Officer Reeves, matter of factly before looking at me. "I would cooperate fully if I were you, Steven. You should get on your knees and beg his forgiveness, 'cause he can put you in county for a nice, long vacation, if he wants."

"Thanks, Rodney," replied Mark, with a wave.

"Why don't you come over for dinner Friday. We'd love to have you over."

"Thanks, hopefully we can celebrate a new job. I have an interview tomorrow," replied Mark.

Fuck, they are friends and Officer Reeves wasn't even on fucking duty!

As Officer Reeves left, Mark's smile grew wider. "You will definitely be on your knees, but strip naked first, Steven."

"Please, enough..."

"I will not repeat myself. If you even think about disobeying me again, your choice will be jail, or, your naked ass over my knee for a spanking on the front porch.

Everything off and on your knees, you have thirty seconds," he commanded.

I complied quickly, kicking my shoes off and stripping, bare-ass naked, in the perve's kitchen. There I was staring face to face with the tent in his terry-cloth robe.

My own cock was limp and shriveled from the shock of this morning's chain of events.

His expression grew more devious as an idea came to him. "All right, Steven, thank you for complying. Your continued compliance is required for the rest of our time together. You are going to stroke me hard and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. If you can do that without your poor, little cock getting hard, I'll know you're not a true cocksucker, and this will be the last time. But if you get hard, we'll both know you were meant to be my bitch. I'll be right back, don't move."

The arrogance on his face as he spoke was nauseating. And he casually walked out of the room, still talking incessantly. "When I come back, you are going to ask permission to touch my cock. Then you are going to describe how my cock feels in your hands as you stroke me hard. Then you will tell me how much you've thought about sucking my cock again, and thank me for letting you take my cum. If you're not convincing, I'll call my good friend, Officer Reeves, and you can ride into work with him. There will be no discussion, debate, whining or begging for mercy. The only begging will be you begging to please suck my cock." He was now yelling from the other room.

To top off a perfectly-fucked morning, he returned with a small tripod and video camera. He kneeled down causing his robe to open, as he looked through the camera. "Try sitting back on your heels, Steven, I think that will put your mouth at the perfect level. Please remove that pathetic expression off your face, Steven." He looked at me then back through the camera. "That's a little better. You can do better, Steven," he said calmly, as he carefully adjusted the camera. "Ready, Steven, and action."

His cock peeked through the gap in his robe as he stood up and approached. I was numb from the events of this morning. As he was telling me what would happen, I tried to think of the most disturbing images I could imagine, to prevent my traitorous hard-on from returning. Images, of my grandmother naked when I was a teenager and accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom, the pain from my broken arm at age ten when my forearm bent horribly backward. Those images were stuck in my mind forever.

He stood in front of me, and I tried to recall his commands as a snapshot of gramma's wrinkled, flabby tits filled my brain. His robe was open about two inches revealing his slightly-engorged, pink cock arching down toward the floor. The image of Officer Reeve's black cock flashed in my head contrasting the difference in color. The taste of his cum lingered strongly in my mouth, as I closed my eyes to picture gramma.

He cleared his throat. "What is it you need, Steven?"

I opened my eyes, afraid to look at his cock, so I looked up at him, replaying his commands through the fog in my head. "Can I please su- touch your cock, a- Mr. Thomas," I asked, shakily.

"Yes, you can, Steven, thanks for asking. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised when you showed up this morning with your little hard-on in your jogging shorts. When you first solicited me to let you see my dick, I was kind of disgusted. But when you sucked my cock, it really was the best blowjob ever," he replied, standing arrogantly presenting his manhood.

I recalled the image of my mangled arm as I reached for his cock. He pulled the robe open and put his hands on his hips to hold it there, revealing his dark pubes and toned stomach with a treasure trail from his bellybutton down. My cock was still down and out, and I recalled the pain of my arm as the jagged bone gouged the flesh inside my arm.

I gripped his cock from underneath and began to stroke slowly. The heat from it began to permeate up my arm, down through my chest and abdomen, settling into my groin. I closed my eyes again picturing my gramma and it seemed to stop it.

"Oh yeah, Steven." He sighed and my balls tingled. "It had been a long time since anyone touched me there, and when you did on Saturday, you woke something in me, Steven. I'd never been touched by another man, but you knew just what to do. Auh!" he gasped, and pushed his pelvis forward.

His words pushed gramma from my mind and the image of his cock fucking my hands the morning of our first encounter replaced it. His cock head bursting through my hands inches from my face, was the moment I completely lost control the first time. It was so big hard and hot...

My dick was tingling again, as he was again hardening from my touch. I tried to think about the broken arm as he moaned with pleasure. "Oh yeah, Steven, get hard with me, my friend."

My inner voice yelled out, "You're not my fucking friend!"

I opened my eyes to see his cock now pointing straight at me and getting harder and warmer with each stroke.

"That's it, Steven, look how hard you make me. I can't stop thinking about how good your mouth felt. Oh, damn, Steven stroke me!" He whimpered. "Make me as hard as you were when I rubbed you off in your shorts."

I could feel him stiffening as I stoked him harder and faster, the tingling in my cock was too much, I was hardening right along with him, and suddenly remembered his command.

"You feel so warm and hard..." As I said it, I felt his cock pulse with a rush of blood stiffening him further causing my cock to quickly surrender to full, skin-stretching hardness.

Recalling his instructions, I continued. "I can't stop thinking about how your cock felt in my mouth. How you filled me completely. I needed to take it all..."

"Damn, Steven, you took me so deep, my friend. Fuck!" He gasped and grabbed my hand, making me slow down. I knew what I had to do next.

"Thank you for coming in my mouth. Can I please suck your cock again? Please cum in my mouth again, Mr. Thomas," I begged. When I recalled losing some of his cum down my chin the last time, I added, without thinking, "I want to take it all."

"You are hard as rock again, Steven. So you are my full-time bitch now, aren't you?" he asked, with his smug grin.

The thought of that was terrifying, and I started to plead again, but recalled his warning and stopped myself. "Pl... Yes, I'm your bitch, Mr. Thomas, can I please suck you off?"

"Yes, thank you, Steven," he said, grinning down at me.

My hand had rhythmically been stroking him and his pre-cum had formed a glistening dollop on the tip of his elongated cock head. I licked it off and his creamy, sweet juice flooded my taste buds, sending another pulse through my throbbing cock. With that, I opened and slid his hot, silky-smooth cock head between my lips, holding them firm, so he felt tight resistance as he entered me.

"Steven, my friend, I am so glad you're my cocksucker now. I am going to love this so much. Your mouth is so fucking good." He moaned holding perfectly still. "Fuck my cock with that hungry, fucking mouth, you horny, little, cock-sucking bitch," he practically growled.

I pushed him halfway in and pulled out to the tip in four or five rapid head bobs and almost lost my balance. So I reached around and gripped his ass with both hands for stability. His ass was smooth and firm, causing me to grip him harder and speed up my head bobs. His groans intensified and I pushed him in deeper, relaxing my throat.

"Fuck! You are so hungry for cock, my little bitch! Take it all, Steven, take, it AH! Fuck!"

I pushed him in harder and deeper with each bob, slowing a little for better control, as I timed my head thrusts to prevent gagging on his eight-inch monster. My lips suctioned to his veiny shaft feeling each bump and ridge. His skin was stretched so tight over his hot steel, it felt like silk. My fingers dug into his buns and pulled him into my throat, then I pulled my head back to the edge of his mushroom tip. and wiggled my tongue. When I thrust him back into my throat, he lost control.

"Fuck my cock with that mouth, you fucking whore!" he yelled, echoing through his kitchen. "Take! My! Cum! Bitch!" He grunted with each jet of jizz, he unloaded in my throat and mouth.

I nodded and moaned as I continued to throat-fuck him. I can't explain the roller coaster of thoughts, as the humiliation from what he was making me do, battled with the need to feel my lips hit his pubes and ball sack. The feeling of victory that came from taking all of that giant cock into me and making him cum so hard was a disturbing rush of lustful excitement. But the thought of getting caught and ruining my marriage was equally terrifying. I was ashamed when the taste of his creamy nectar made me want to take every drop.

His hand rested on my head. "You are an obedient, little bitch, Steven, thank you," he said panting. Do you want to come now, Steven?" I nodded, as I sucked him steadily, taking him to the throat and back, milking him completely. "I thought so. Jack off like the cock-sucking, little bitch you were born to be, Steven. Know what it feels like to come with a man cock in your mouth."

My cock needed relief from the moment I took Officer Reeves in my mouth, and despite his degrading command, the need to come was overwhelming. I gripped myself amazed at my hardness and moaned as I began to stroke myself.

"That's it cocksucker, show me how much you love my cock in that bitch mouth."

I can't explain it but having him in my mouth had me in a lustful frenzy like I had never felt. I jacked off furiously groaning and whimpering into his cock as a massive orgasm hit me. My left hand squeezed his ass for support as I felt a blast of cum burst free and splat to the floor. My muscles tightened and body jerked with each jet of my seed hitting his floor. My hand was a blur as I jerked off uncontrollably.

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me off his cock, then began to rub his soaked cock on my face, as I groaned like an animal still unloading from the day's pent-up frustrations and complete lack of control. When the orgasm finally passed, I released my cock, and he held my face against his dick.

"I didn't think you could top the other day, but that was the most enthusiastic blow job blowjob ever. And I have never seen anyone spank the monkey like that, ever! I'm glad you've accepted your new role so vigorously, Steven," he said, as he stepped back and pushed my head toward the floor. "Now lick up all your jizz from my floor and you can go for today. I'll text you when I need you again."

I dropped to all fours and pushed back as he tried to force my head to the floor.

"Are you disobeying me" Steven?"

"No, please don't..."

He released me and took a step to get something from the counter. Then he gripped my hair and held me firm. Suddenly a stinging pain jolted my left ass cheek as he struck me with thick metal spatula in rapid fire swats. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Do I need to repeat..."

"No, Mr. Thomas," I whined, and leaned down toward the first drop.

He released me and stepped away. "Good, Steven, every drop please. Wow, you got some distance, my friend. Let's make sure we are clear, Steven. I own you now. The police know you're a cock-hungry slut that will break the law to get what you want. We're still recording this session and we now have a few videos you wouldn't want your wife to see. So disobedience will not be tolerated." He reached down and rubbed my burning ass. "This little, red ass is mine now, Steven. And I need to hear you say it."

I cringed at the thought, but did not want to feel the spatula again. "My ass is yours Mr. Thomas."

Her kept rubbing it, making me even more queasy. "Good, now lick up every drop and you can leave. I've got all I need for today. But I am looking forward to exploring so much more with you, Steven."

I continued licking up my own cum, trying to get just the cum without licking the whole fucking floor.

"You should know, as long as you obey, I will keep our sessions discreet. It is not my intention to mess up your marriage or career. I understand you have a life and as long as you make every reasonable effort to service my needs, I won't interfere with your family time. Morning run time could work well, I think. But I can be flexible. There's some right there." He pointed at another drop.

"So do we have an understanding, Steven?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas," I said, and went back to clean up duty.

The number of droplets I scattered jacking myself off like a barbarian, was further humiliation. He stood over me pointing out droplet after droplet until we could see no more. When I started to get up, he stopped me with a stern voice. "Did I say you could stand, Steven?"

"No, Mr. Thomas, sorry." I returned to all fours.

"You can get back to your knees, Steven. I do like to see you there." I rose up on my knees, and he looked down with a condescending smile. "What do you say, Steven?"

I looked up at him confused. Then it hit me. "Thank you, Mr. Thomas."

"What are you thanking me for, Steven?"

"For letting me suck your cock."

"And..."

"Thank you for coming in my mouth, Mr. Thomas," I said, growing redder faced by the second.

"And..."

I was clueless.

"I am making you my bitch, Steven," he said, tauntingly.

"Thank you for making me your bitch, Mr. Thomas."

"You're welcome, Steven. Now get dressed and go home to your family."

He turned off the recorder and watched me dress. Somehow that seemed like the most humiliating part of the day, as I slinked back into my clothes while he watched somewhat impatiently.

"I have to say, you made this very easy, Steven. I thought I saw you drive by Saturday afternoon, but the Ring video wasn't clear enough to identify you. Imagine my surprise when you put yourself front and center on the door cam and patio cam, trying to break in. No mistaking it's you. And hey, you actually parked in view of the door cam this morning. I've got quite the collection going now, all dated and time stamped.

"I'll text you a copy of our new video, Steven. I'm sure you'll want to jack off to this one, too. Judging from that show you just put on, you are a true MASTER, masturbator. Don't worry though, I'll let you jack off whenever you make me cum.

Now you can go, Steven. I'll see you soon, my friend."

I eagerly exited his house and headed to my car, with my tablet and phones. As I walked, I was dumfounded that just over an hour ago, I was sitting in the car with a master plan. I said out loud, "Brilliant, fucking plan, Wayne. Brilliant, fucking plan."

"So you were able to reach consensus then, Mr. Stilson?" asked Officer Reeves from behind his cruiser.

I jumped, startled by his voice. "You could say that," I replied, sarcastically.

"Glad I could help. Today could have gone much worse for you, Mr. Stilson, trust me on that. You should be grateful." He stared at me.

"I am grateful. Thank you, Officer Reeves. See you soon," I added, to let him know I understood this was not my last encounter with him.

I got into the car and mumbled, "Really fucking grateful, Officer-fucking-Reeves and Mark-fucking-Thomas. Really fucking grateful."

I drove out of there as quickly as I could without violating any laws. I did not want something else to be grateful for that day.

As I drove away, I received a text on the burner.

Mark: Almost forgot. You owe me $400 for the blowjob I let you give the other day. Please put it in an envelope under my front door mat within the hour or I will need to share our video. Also, leave the ATM receipt.

Me: Please stop.

Mark: You suck cock so well; I will gladly let you service me for free going forward. But you need to clear your debt. After this you are paid up for past services and we are even. All future services will be free of charge. Have a nice day, Steven. Good work today my friend.

Me: OK

Once again, I did as commanded and left the money, hopeful he would keep his word. I did not see any other options, and this, unfortunately, only added to his video collection as I had to leave the money in full view of the Ring doorbell cam. I wore sunglasses and a ball cap but had little hope the disguise would fool the camera.

To be continued...

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