A Cock in the Hand Ch. 03

Tuesday morning, climbing into the cockpit. I hoped the familiar feeling of control would return, but even as I took the yoke in hand, a flash of the first moment I touched another man's cock filled my thoughts.

Three days ago, none of these thoughts even existed in my head. Now they filled it constantly.

Why did I ever go jogging that morning?

Why did I ever stop and go back to look after passing the apparently-levitating dick?

How did I let myself get pulled into his twisted blackmail game?

Why did I not leave well enough alone, instead of trying to play detective and bring him down?

I could have been free of it, with just the bad memory of one regrettable morning. Now I was forced to be the 'cocksucker' for, not one, but two pervs--with no way out that wouldn't blow up my life.

The worst part of all of it was, in those quiet moments alone, replaying those two fateful mornings in my head, my cock betrayed me--just as it did that second morning with Mark. I tell myself it wouldn't really have mattered. He would not have really let me go. But I will never know since I failed. I could not suck his cock without getting hard myself. So, what did that say about me? Did part of me really want this?

I told them I was out of town until Thursday of next week. In reality, I would be home this Thursday and Friday. At least it bought a little time to think, and work on getting things better with Amy. I could not bring myself to make love to her after the encounters with Mark and Officer Reeves. And it had been so long since we made love before that, due to the stress of our recent move.

I somehow had to close that rift before it was too late. It was the longest dry spell in bed since we've been married, except for following the birth of the kids. I spoke to her mom and arranged for a surprise date night on Thursday to facilitate the make-up.

I was grateful for my pairing with my good friend, Andrew, in the co-pilot seat that morning. We kept a good conversation going, so my mind did not wander to the images that seemed to haunt me.

We ended the day with an overnight in New York and I turned in immediately, avoiding socializing at dinner. I went to bed at eight to get a good night's rest after a mind-numbing few days. I actually had my tablet in hand battling with the perv voice Mark planted in my head, telling me to watch the video even though, I knew there was nothing in it that could exonerate me in this. It would only serve to solidify my tormentors story.

As if reading my mind, I received a text from Mark referring to me with the fake name I originally gave him.

Mark: Here is your video, Steven. Watch it and call me as soon as you are done. I have a plan for you tonight.

My heart raced and my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I did not want to watch, but had to know what it looked like. I hit play and there I was buck naked on my knees looking at him,

"What is it you need, Steven?" he asked, grinning.

"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 tight 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 with his semi-hard cock pointing at me, and my dick limp as a noodle.

I watched as I gripped his cock and began to stroke slowly. That was the moment I closed my eyes, trying to picture my gramma naked to stop from getting hard.

As I watched him telling me how good it felt, I found myself once again getting stiff right along with the two of us in the video.

"Oh yeah, Steven, get hard with me, my friend," he said, half panting.

I watched in disbelief, at how quickly I got hard from feeling him stiffen in my hand. I yelled at myself in the video. "Why the fuck couldn't you control your own cock, Wayne, why!"

His hips pumped as he fucked my hand. "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! Make me as hard as you were when I rubbed you off in your shorts."

Then I watched myself play out the *** he forced me to follow. "You feel so warm and hard..." My cock in the video was pointed skyward, stiff as a board. "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 cringed when I heard what I said next. "Thank you for coming in my mouth. Can I please suck your cock again? Please come in my mouth again, Mr. Thomas. I want to take it all."

My hope that it would be obvious to someone watching, I was being forced, faded by the second.

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

I started to beg for mercy at that point, 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 arrogantly down at me.

I continued to watch as I sucked his cock, taking more of him with each head bob, until I had all of him. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, as my humiliation continued.

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

The sense of shame grew, as my cock stiffened watching my head bob frantically on his huge cock.

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

I clung to some hope that the video of him forcing me to the floor would make it clear that this was all forced, should Amy ever see it. But it became apparent, he did some editing that dashed that hope.

I watched as 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 still can't understand why I nodded yes. It was such a traumatizing morning. I could only think it was some kind of PTSD.

"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's cock in your mouth."

I recalled how completely hard I was at that moment, and watched as I began to stroke myself.

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

I cringed as I saw myself jacking off furiously while I sucked him dry. My left hand had a death grip on his ass to keep from falling over. He had a handful of hair as he slowly fucked my mouth. I would never have imagined how out of control I looked. My hand was a blur and Jets of spunk splattered everywhere. Now, I understood why there were so many droplets to clean up afterward. The video showed him further taunt me by rubbing his wet dick against my face.

"I didn't think you could top the other day, but that was the most enthusiastic blowjob ever. And I have never seen anyone spank the monkey like that! 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.

At that point, he did his creative editing and removed the parts where he forced my head to the floor, while unleashing on my ass with a spatula.

It was apparent he did some editing, but there would be no way to show what he removed. The view switched to me on all fours licking my cum off his floor.

"Good, Steven, every drop please. Wow, you got some distance, my friend," he taunted, then cut to another clip.

He was rubbing my ass as I cleaned my cum. "This little, red ass is mine now, Steven. And I need to hear you say it."

"My ass is yours, Mr. Thomas." I said compliantly.

My ass was red from the spatula assault, but there wasn't much hope pointing that out to Amy would help in slightest, if she ever saw this.

"Good, now lick up every drop. I'm looking forward to exploring so much more with you, Steven, but you did well today, thank you."

The video continued with him pointing out droplet after droplet, making sure I got them all before it cut off.

My heart sank when it finished. There would be no explaining any of the videos to Amy. I lay there ashamed and sick to my stomach. I could not see any way out of his trap and stared at the ceiling in a fog. My humiliation was only exacerbated by the fact my dick was half hard as I pondered.

Then a second text.

Mark: Did you like it?

I was not in the frame of mind to deal with him at all, so I ignored it. They kept coming every five minutes or so.

Mark: You need to respond Steven.

I did not respond.

Mark: Ignoring me is not an option.

Five minutes later...

Mark: This is already going to cost you.

Five minutes later...

Mark: Your Ass is mine and you will pay.

I was starting to enjoy knowing I was getting to him. Five minutes later...

Mark: Amy is probably not going to like getting your video on a Facebook message from a stranger. I know the max duty time for a commercial airline pilot is ten hours. You left early this morning, so, you've been on the ground for a while my friend.

He knew her name and that I'm a pilot! And Amy is not careful about screening things that come to her from unknown people.

Me: We just landed. Phone was off.

I put my uniform back on just in case. He was always one step ahead. I wanted to be ready, if he video called.

Mark: First you ghost me, then you lie. You better fucking answer this call.

A FaceTime call rang in, and I could see his face on the screen. I ran to the bathroom and backed up to a bare wall before answering. For once, I felt maybe I was one step ahead.

"What's going on, Mark?" I asked, innocently.

"Where are you, Steven?" he asked, sternly.

I'm not sure why I thought a lie would work, but I did not want to play his game at that moment and, unfortunately, things spiraled quickly. "I told you we just landed. I'm at the airport. I just forgot to turn it off airplane mode. I'm sorry," I said, trying to look sincere.

"Don't fuck with me, Steven. You will regret it."

"I'm not fucking with you, Mark, I swear."

"When did I give you permission to call me that?"

I froze, trying to grasp what he thought I called him. Then it hit me. After Officer Reeves handed me over to him, I referred to him as Mr. Thomas.

"I'm not fucking with you, Mr. Thomas," I said, somewhat sarcastically.

"Lies and a bad fucking attitude are gonna make your ass sting, my friend."

My inner voice screamed. "You are not my fucking friend!" But my outer voice replied politely. "Sorry, Mr. Thomas, I did not mean to offend you, sir."

"You need to get naked and bring up the video so we can watch it together, Steven."

Still not ready to deal with this, I continued the lie. "I can't Mr. Thomas, I'm at the airport.

"Pan the camera around the room, Steven."

"Fuck!" screamed my inner voice, as I quickly panned the bathroom.

"Kinda looks like a hotel room bathroom to me."

Why I doubled down, I don't quite know. "It's a pilots' lounge bathroom. I came in here for privacy for the call..."

"Wow, they even have the little soaps and shampoos. So, I'll stay quiet, and you can give me a quick walk through of the lounge area."

Unfortunately, he read the panic in my eyes as he called my bluff.

"Fuck it, I'll just watch it with Amy," he said, as the call dropped.

"Fuck!" I screamed, and called him back.

I took off my clothes as it continued to ring. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whispered, in a frenzy. I pondered calling Amy if he didn't answer, but that was pointless. What would I say...? I thought maybe I could tell her some nut has really good graphics software and put my face on someone else's body. But she knows my body... "Fuck me!" I yelled.

"There's the spirit, my friend." His voice blurted from my phone and hit me with a slap back to reality.

I wriggled out of my underwear as I spoke, hoping my compliance with his command to be naked on the bed would help to calm him down.

"Thanks for answering, Mr. Thomas. I'm sorry I lied. It's just been a long couple day and--"

"Enough, Steven!" he said sternly. "Pan down, looks like... Okay, good boy, you may have gotten the message. The next time you lie to me, there will be no more discussion. Is that clear, Steven?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Thomas," I replied, pathetically.

"Much better attitude, Steven, now pan around the room and let's see what we've got.

I did as commanded.

"Good, can you access our video from your tablet?"

"No, It's only on the phone," I replied, without letting him know it would be easy to transfer it.

"An airline pilot will be savvy enough to copy a video from his phone to his tablet easily, so do it now, please."

Once again, he called my bluff and I complied.

"Okay, good. Now, prop your phone against the nightstand lamp with a good view of the bed and lay on it with your tablet."

I did as commanded, and laid on my back feet toward the camera looking at it.

"Excellent, Cocksucker. Now, I want you on all fours with your ass toward the camera, so I can see my property while we watch."

"Please, Mar-- Mr. Thomas, stop this, please."

"Wow, Steven..."

"My name is Wayne, and I have a wife and..."

"You are just full of yourself tonight aren't you, Steven!" He screamed loud enough to get my attention. You gave up Wayne, the innocent family man, the second you tried to break into my house. Steven is my cock-sucking boy bitch and I own his ass. Amy can have Wayne, it's easier that way."

"Please leave me alone, I'm begging..."

His anger rose again. "I will not repeat myself, Steven! The only begging you will do is begging for my cock. Your punishment is already going to be severe; please don't add to it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas, I won't do it again..."

"Oh, I'll make sure of that, believe me, Steven. Now, hands and knees, ass to the camera, and bring up the video on your tablet."

I did as commanded, broken and defeated.

"There's my ass. Move a little closer, please." he said, calmly.

I wriggled closer and placed the tablet on the bed, with the video cued.

"Good, Steven. Now, take a few slow and steady deep breaths with me. And just focus your thoughts on how my cock feels in your mouth. Ready?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas," I said, practically whimpering.

"Breathe in... And out... Breathe in... And out." He continued for several breaths. "Now, are we calmer and more centered, Steven?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas."

"Now, as we watch together, I will tell you when to begin to stroke yourself. Okay, hit play in three, two, one..."

As the video played, he began a play-by-play narrative from his perspective and never stopped.

"Right there, when you rub my balls while jacking me off, that's so good. A woman's never done that, but you go the extra mile to please, Steven. Oh, and look how quick you started getting hard. You didn't even try to stop. I knew you wanted to be my bitch the moment you touched my cock in the woods. You do know how to please, Steven.

"Fuck, I'm getting hard already and look at your little ball sack tightening, Steven. I knew you'd enjoy the video as much as I do. Wiggle your ass for me, bitch."

I hesitated and thought about ignoring his command, but knew it would only add to my torment if he had to repeat himself.

I shook my ass, as I watched myself stroking him and then extending my tongue to lick off his pre-cum.

"You wanted my cum, Steven. The look in your eye when you licked my jizz off the tip, was truly the moment I knew you were my bitch, Steven. Oh, and look at how eagerly you took me in that slutty, little mouth of yours.

"You're getting hard again aren't you, Steven? Stroke yourself, Steven. Let's all cum together with me in the video, shall we?"

Something in his voice seemed almost hypnotic as he described how it felt, and my cock was betraying me again. I did as he ordered and began stroking myself growing harder by the second.

"Damn, I love watching you fuck my cock with your mouth, Steven. That's it, my friend, jack yourself off for me, Steven. When you cum I want you to yell out that you are coming for my cock. Got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas, I understand."

"Fuck, my friend, you really did fuck my cock with your throat. No one's ever sucked me like that. Fuck, that felt so good." He grunted just as he yelled out in the video.

"Your mouth is so fucking good. Fuck my cock with that hungry, fucking mouth, you horny, little cock-sucking bitch."

"Look at your head bobbing, Steven. No wonder you made me come so quickly. Your fucking lips made it to my balls! You're the only one that's ever done that, Steven. Get ready, Steven, it's coming quick!"

I felt like I was under hypnosis. I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't stop myself. I watched my head back up to his tip then thrust him into my throat as I stroked myself faster and faster.

"That's it, Steven, come with me, my friend," he panted, as he was reaching his climax on the video.

"Fuck my cock with that mouth, you fucking whore! Take! My! Cum! Bitch!" he yelled in the video.

It seemed as if I was hearing my voice coming from outside myself as I yelled out, "I'm coming for your cock, Mr. Thomas! I'm coming for your cock!" My hand jack hammered my boner as I shot my first jet of cum onto the bed. "Com--ing! Ah! For! Your! Cock!" My body jerked as a blast of cum released with each syllable.

I nearly lost my balance, but held on to my cum-coated cock, and I could hear the sloshing of my jizz on my cock while I stroked furiously.

"Oh, fuck Steven, that was awesome. Thank you, buddy," he panted.

I struggled to stay up as I milked the climax, slowly stroking myself for every ounce of tingling pleasure.

"You've taken a good first step to redeeming yourself, Steven. Now put that tongue to work cleaning up your mess. Boy, I hope they washed that comforter last night, don't you?"

I sat frozen at the thought of the news shows over the years when they put the black light to the bedding in hotel rooms.

"Do it, Steven, and we'll talk about your punishment. Don't make it worse."

I licked up my jizz, as he continued his relentless harassment.

"Since you don't get back for another nine days or so. We will repeat this exercise every night until next Tuesday. Then you can rest up until you return on Thursday to service me in person. Will the same time tomorrow work with your schedule, Steven?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Thomas," I replied, adding the 'thank you' to hopefully soften his wrath.

"Officer Reeves will meet you at the airport and escort you to me. You, of course, will compensate him for services rendered. He is very pleased with your partnership so far."

My mind raced with what I was hearing. Every night! Fuck! I'll be home Thursday and Friday night! There is no way that could work. Caught in another lie!

"Well, there has been a schedule change and I will actually be getting in this Thursday morning around 6:30, Mr. Thomas," I said, a little too nervously.

"I hope you weren't lying to me again, Steven," he said in a doubting tone. "I'll have to talk to Officer Reeves, and he'll reach out to you about the schedule change."

There was a brief silence, as I continued to lick the comforter trying not to think about what could be on it.

"Then, we are done with our evening FaceTimes. You will, of course, need to come by here Thursday morning before going home. With such a proclivity for deception, you should have no problem explaining to sweet Amy about being delayed an hour or so."

I thought of protesting, but realized it would be pointless.

Then his thoughts drifted to a terrifying place. "Damn that ass, I mean my ass, looks good, Steven. I wonder if that's as good as that lying mouth of yours. We might have to explore--"

"Please, Mr. Thomas, let me suck your cock. I suck it anytime you need but please, I'm not gay--"

"Calm down, Steven!" he interrupted. "Just thinking out loud. I'll tell you what, my friend. You lied to me and there needs to be consequences. "I'll give you a choice, Steven. You made me wait forty-five minutes from my first text. So, you can choose the consequence Thursday. A, you can take a swat with the spatula on that ass of mine for every minute you made me wait or B, you can spread those firm little cheeks and take me like the cock hungry bitch you are."

"A, I choose A!" I shouted.

"You don't have to choose now, Steven, think about it and we'll talk Thursday, my friend."

"I choose A," I said, emphatically.

"Calm down, my friend." I wanted to scream at him for calling me his friend. "Get your phone and let's inspect the bed to make sure you've got everything.

I thought my head might explode; I was so angry. As ordered, I picked up the phone and panned the bed.

"Closer please," he said calmly. "That's better, now nice and slow."

I did not see anything I missed, but he, of course, needed to make sure I knew he was in control.

"Oh, that looks like a spot right there."

"It's not, Mr. Thomas, I assure--"

"Lick it, Steven!" he said harshly. "We already know you can't be trusted. It's too bad you've made it come to this."

I did as commanded, and so it went. He made me stop four more times and lick nothing.

When I finished, he gave me a smug smile. "Thank you, Steven; see you Thursday. Officer Reeves will be in touch."

When he hung up, I crawled under the covers trying to regain some sense of privacy. The good night's sleep I hoped for, did not come after that. I recalled what a few swats from the giant spatula felt like. Forty-five seemed impossible, but the alternative--seemed worse.

The spatula was at least two feet long, with a solid wood handle and a head that was four inches by six inches of heavy-duty stainless steel. The next morning in the shower, I contemplated my fate. If A was the best option, it was going to be a painful Thursday. A or B could make it impossible to sit afterward.

I decided to test plan B and soaped my fingers for lubrication. I slowly wriggled my middle finger into my sphincter and was shocked by how difficult and uncomfortable it was. But compared to the spatula, the pain was much more tolerable. So, I went for two. It was more painful, but still tolerable, going very slowly. I still could not imagine his monster cock no matter how slow. Then I went for three. Again, going slowly it was bearable.

I spent the day stewing about options other than A or B. Unfortunately, the only plan-C I could come up with was begging for mercy and I knew that would be a mistake.

The overnight Wednesday was in Baltimore. When I arrived at the hotel, Officer Reeves texted.

Officer Reeves: Hey Steven, hear UR gettin in tomorrow morning. What time and where are you parked.

I responded quickly just in case he thought like Mark.

Me: Flight arrives at 6:30. Should be at my car by 7:15. Terminal C employee parking level 3 sec C. You know my car.

Officer Reeves: Looking forward to it.

I did not respond and was relieved when he didn't continue the text exchange. After dinner, I returned to the room, and watched the video one more time, telling myself it was looking for something to use in my defense, if this ever got out. Nonetheless, my traitorous dick, responded to the images.

I turned it off and went to bed, feeling exhausted after last night's stewing. My mind replayed the images of the ugly turn of events with Officer Reeves when he made me use my 'skills' as a cocksucker in exchange for his 'mediation skills' with Mark. The memory of feeling him come in my mouth, started my traitorous cock tingling again.

I tried to clear my mind and eventually the exhaustion caught up to me and I slept through the night.

When we reached the gates in DFW and completed our post flight checklist, my heart thumped. My mind raced, trying to come up with an out from this insane situation. This was not sustainable. Two encounters, and I already felt lucky not to have been caught. Now, I was being drawn into another rendezvous with no idea what they might do next.

Once again, faced with no options, I headed to the parking garage. As I approached my car, I did not see the police cruiser. A new barrage of thoughts rushed in.

Do I just go home? If I did, and they reached out and demanded my services, what would I tell Amy?

Do I text Mark and ask for instructions? That would just make it seem like I want this.

When I reached my car, I sat in the driver's seat contemplating, when suddenly, Officer Reeves banged on the window with his flashlight again. I jumped nearly as high as his first fateful window knock, outside Mark's house.

I rolled down the window.

"Good morning, sir. We've had some reports of soliciting taking place in the garage, this morning. Can I get you to step out of the vehicle while I ask you a few questions, sir?" he asked, with authority opening the door for me.

My eyes quickly scanned the garage, terrified one of my coworkers might be around. To my relief, I did not see any signs of movement. I stepped out of the car and tried to cut to the chase.

"Can we please just go to your car, so I can suck your dick and go on my way? Please?" I asked, pathetically.

"Mr. Stilson, you just committed a few violations with that comment alone. Please come with me," he said, gripping my elbow and leading me away.

He led me toward the corner of the garage, where I saw the nose of his SUV in the last spot, next to the wall. When we reached his vehicle, he turned and backed his way in between the wall and his SUV, while he maintained his grip on my arm and pulled me into the corner. There, he backed against the wall standing face to face with me.

"I've got to tell you, Steven, the video Mark showed me of you masturbating and 'Coming for his cock', takes your stalking to a whole new level. He seemed very upset by it and wanted me to press charges immediately," he said, with a hint of sarcastic hyperbole. "Don't worry, Steven, I have once again used my mediation skills to help you out..."

My mind blocked him out as the absurdity of all of this overwhelmed me. This was only the third encounter and an inevitable sense of doom blanketed me. It was almost too predictable how this was going to go, yet I couldn't begin to fathom my escape from the grip they had me in. Every out had the same end. Amy finding out, our inevitable demise, and the children growing up in a broken home. Not to mention the shame from family and friends, if she chose to expose me.

"...of course, I will need some compensation for my efforts on your behalf," he finished, as the fog in my head cleared just in time to confirm what I already knew. I would have to service Officer Reeves first.

Next, I turned toward his car to get in the back seat...

"Where are you going, Steven?" he interrupted.

"To get in the..."

"Oh no, right here, Steven. That way we don't mess up my vehicle and if you take care of business, you won't get any on your nice uniform."

"But what if someone, sees," I protested.

"There is no line of sight from a vehicle into this corner, and no video surveillance in this corner. Besides, I can keep an eye out for you, Steven. Knees, please."

I stuttered trying to protest and he cut me off.

"Mark was right about your obedience issues. Do I need to report this?"

"No please. Okay, okay," I said, dropping to my knees on the concrete.

I looked up to him not knowing what to do next. He just looked at me, waiting.

A police officer stood before me, full belt and holster, with mace, a stun gun, and a.45. The last time, he removed the belt. I couldn't imagine he wanted me to remove it for him.

"Do you want me to take off your belt? Officer Reeves?" I asked, cautiously.

"You should know never to touch an officer's weapon. We are in a parking garage, Steven, I don't think dropping my pants to my ankles is a good idea," he said, and paused briefly. "Oh, I get it, you gave the full treatment last week and liked it.

Unfortunately, just the basic suck and come today, Steven. I'll let you give me the slow and steady next time. Your lips on my balls did feel good, but the pants stay up today. Just take it out through the zipper, please. Go easy though, no accidental scrapes."

He returned to his anticipatory stare, and I did as commanded. I unzipped his pants and reached in slowly with my right hand. The heat started the betraying tingle in my balls as I felt his flaccid cock, through the boxers. The moment I touched it, his dick began to grow, and mine along with him.

The cold, hard concrete against my knees, was in stark contrast to the warm softness in my hand as I worked to free his cock. The boxers had a button on the fly, so it required both hands to release him. I struggled with the button, trying to hurry to lessen the chance of being seen. When I finally got the button free, I gently slid my fingertips from the base of his cock toward his round cock head and slowly stretched him through the zipper, with my hands between him and the metal teeth. Next, I stroked him slowly with my right hand, feeling him stiffen at my touch. I noted the contrast of his round cock head compared to the elongated head on Mark's.

As he grew hard, I again noticed the pinkness of his cock head against the deep black color of his shaft. My own dick, pressed hard against my pants, like a Pavlovian dog, programmed to respond to the growing hardness in my hand. Once again, I followed the training Mark instilled in me and asked permission.

"Can I please suck your cock until you come in my mouth, Officer Reeves?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You don't need to ask permission for that, Steven. The answer will always be yes." He smiled down at me hungrily.

I engulfed him slowly. When his heat, scent, and taste flooded my senses, my cock pulsed with a rush of hot hardness and sent a tingle through my lower body. I took all of him in my mouth and felt him reach steel-like hardness. He moaned softly and his right hand rested on the back of my head, as I slid him in and out of my mouth and throat.

"Fuck, Steven," he said softly. "Oh, yes suck my fucking cock. Ah."

The taste of his pre-cum made my mouth water and saliva dripped down my chin, as my pace quickened.

"That feels so good, Steven; please don't stop," he almost whimpered.

Hearing the pleasure in his voice, sent such an intense tingle through my cock head, I thought I might come in my pants from the pressure of the stretched fabric. That familiar contrast of emotions was back again. The humiliation of being forced to my knees to pleasure this near stranger, versus the overwhelming tingling pleasure pulsating through my traitorous cock. Both sets of emotion pushed me toward the same goal. I needed to make him come as quickly as possible. One part of me, to end this so I wouldn't get caught, and the other, to taste his hot cum flood my mouth again and bring me closer to some relief for my raging hard-on.

My head bobbed with increasing intensity, wrapping my lips slightly over my teeth to prevent hurting him as I bounced furiously on his hot hardness. I continued the frantic pace, pushing his cock head into my throat with each thrust, taking all of his steaming length.

He let out a series of guttural groans and his body stiffened before he reached the point of no return, "Oh fuck, Steven, your gonna-- Huh!"

He stifled himself as his cock unloaded the first blast of hot cream into my throat, followed by a rapid series of pulsing spurts of his bittersweet cum. I slowed my motion to swallow it all, as the feel of his pulsing cock in my mouth brought me to the verge of coming in my pants. Part of me wanted to hump the air, pushing my throbbing cock head against my pants until I came with him, but I knew that would not be a good idea for many reasons. The two most important were, the wrath of Mark for coming without permission and the wrath of Amy, for spunking in my pants without her assistance.

My hard-on throbbed mercilessly, as I slowly milked Officer Reeves of every drop of his creamy seed. He breathed deeply and steadily, as he regained his composure and his breath.

"Mm," he sighed. "So glad you came home early, Steven, thank you."

He pulled out and pushed his soaked cock back into his pants. As I waited for further instruction, I became aware of the pain in my knees from the concrete floor.

"Well, Mr. Stilson, you've made a strong oral argument this morning. I thank you for your cooperation. If you don't mind returning to your vehicle, I will escort you to your next appointment. Rest assured, I will use my mediation skills to help you derive the most beneficial agreement possible with Mr. Thomas. Your latest stalking behavior has him deeply concerned. I only hope I can calm him down and keep you out of jail again. Follow me and I'll think of something on the way."

He returned to his cruiser, and I followed him out of the garage. He waited on the other side of the gate until I paid, then led me to Mark's house. Despite the choices that Mark had laid out, the thought of sucking his dick combined with the taste of Officer Reeves' cum, had my treacherous cock at full attention as we drove. When we reached his house, I parked in nearly the same spot, where I first met Officer Reeves.

He got out of his cruiser, came to my window, and knocked. I rolled it down and he gave me instructions.

"I'll let him know you are here, and will see if I can grease the skids for a smoother landing for you, Mr. Stilson. Wait here." He smiled, seeming proud of his aviation pun.

As I pondered A or B, my boner did begin to recede. The potential pain from both options, again began to sink in. After only a few minutes, he stepped out on the porch and waved me over.

When I entered the house, he led me to the kitchen, where good ol' Mark stood in the familiar terrycloth robe. Next to him on the counter, was a black leather gym bag.

"Hello again, Mr. Stilson," said Mark, with a condescending tone. "Sorry, to have to involve you again, Officer Reeves, but as the video clearly showed, Steven is still having some control issues. Unfortunately, I think a firm stance will need to be taken during this round of negotiations. I will take your advice once again and try to reach an understanding of acceptable behavior for Mr. Stilson."

As he looked me up and down in my uniform, his eyes lit up and he smiled widely. "Where's your hat, Mr. Stilson?" he asked gleefully.

A feeling of dread washed over me and as I had done so many times since my first encounter with Mark, I began the conversation with myself in my head.

"Why the fuck, didn't you bring a change of clothes? You know he's gonna break out the camera and he's going to have you sucking cock in uniform. Fuck!"

"I asked a simple question and suddenly you're shy?" he asked, tauntingly.

"Please..." I started to beg for mercy, but was cut off abruptly.

"Yes, I know you want to suck my cock, Mr. Stilson, you've made that abundantly clear many times. But I asked you a question. Where's the hat." he said, with growing anger.

"It's in the car," I replied meekly.

"Go get it. I think it will add some... dignity to the discussion." His tone grew more arrogant.

"Please--"

His glare cut me short, and I went to the car to retrieve the cap.

When I returned, he smiled and walked around me, dangling pink, fuzzy handcuffs in one hand as looked me up and down.

"Very distinguished, Mr. Stilson. The sharp suit and tie look good, but the cap adds an air of distinction that's quite impressive." Then he turned to Officer Reeves, and held out the handcuffs. "I could use your professional assistance restraining him for me before you leave. I'm not sure I can trust him, if you know what I mean."

Officer Reeves took the cuffs trying not to smile. Then he stepped toward me. "Please turn around and put your hands behind your back..."

"Actually, Officer Reeves, I think we'll need his hands in front," Mark interrupted.

So he cuffed me with my hands in front and made sure they were secure.

"Thanks, Rodney. I'll take it from here. I'll call if I need any assistance," said Mark, with a grin.

"Okay. I'm gonna leave you with him, Mr. Thomas. You are a lucky man, Mr. Stilson. I can tell you; I've never seen such an open and shut stalking case. I suggest you get the message this time. Mr. Thomas could put you away for quite some time if he chose to pursue this. You fellas have a nice day now."

My heart raced as the door closed and I was once again alone with my chief tormentor.

He circled me, like a military commander inspecting a soldier, only his uniform was a terrycloth robe, now hanging open with the ties dangling, and his semi-hard cock peeking out.

"I do like the uniform, Steven, or should I call you, Captain? What is your rank, Steven?"

I closed my eyes, cringing at the thought of what I was in store for. I wanted to kick myself for not changing into civilian clothes at the airport.

"I asked a fucking question, Steven. I don't understand why you insist on defying me!" he yelled angrily.

"Senior Captain, sir!" I replied, as I realized I sounded like a private in the Army, answering his sergeant.

He continued to circle me with his hands behind his back, cock arched forward and protruding from the robe.

"Senior Captain... Captain Cocksucker... Senior Captain Cocksucker. That suits you, my friend. Your skills are commensurate with the Senior Captain title. Now Senior Captain Cocksucker, what are we to do about your insubordination?"

"I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again. I was overwhelmed and--"

"Hush! Did I give you permission to speak?" he asked harshly, as he pulled the robe tie from around his waist and stepped behind me.

"Sorry, sir, please let me suck your cock and make it up to you."

"Not sure how performing your normal prescribed duties makes up for insubordination, but I do like you referring to me as sir. That's a little more respectful and a good start."

"Thank you, sir. Can I please perform my duties, now sir?" I asked, hoping to distract him.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Senior Captain Cocksucker. But we have issues to resolve first.

He stepped behind me and fed the robe tie, between my elbows and back, then cinched and tied it, pulling my elbows together behind me while pulling the cuffs tight to my chest. Next, he brought a barstool from the kitchen island around, and placed it in front of me.

"Put your foot up on the stool, please," he commanded calmly.

I complied, struggling to maintain my balance on one leg with my arms bound. Then, he untied and removed my shoe. Next, he removed the sock and placed it in my shoe before ordering me to switch feet. After my shoes and socks were removed, he moved nose to nose with me and his breath washed over my face. I'm sure I cringed at the thought of him kissing me, while his hands began to loosen my belt. He pulled the belt free and placed it on the counter next to the shoes, then he began to unzip my pants, while he popped the button free.

The unwanted tingling in my cock returned once again, and I quickly brought the image of my grandmother's naked body to mind. I accidentally saw her as a child and the image was forever embedded in my brain. It quelled the tingling and stopped my cock from betraying me again. He peeled my fly open and wriggled my pants over my hips and stopped with a grin.

"A bikini-briefs guy, I see. Appropriate for a cocksucker of your caliber, Senior Captain." He circled me again with my pants clinging to my thighs. Then as he stepped behind me, I felt a little slap to my ass. "That tight, little ass looks good in blue."

I didn't reply, but stood there compliantly, taking my humiliation, hoping it would suffice for my 'punishment' for insubordination.

Next, he gripped the pants and pulled them down hard to my ankles. "Step out, please." He commanded and I complied.

He circled again, with his hands caressing my ass through my briefs. "So what's it gonna be, Steven? Do I get to pop this cherry this morning, or are you choosing plan B?"

For emphasis he reached into the bag and pulled out the large spatula as I recalled the sting from just four swats the other day. Now he was threatening forty-five! While I pondered my response, he gripped the briefs and yanked them to my ankles.

"Kick them off, Senior Captain," he said calmly, and stepped behind me caressing my naked ass. "Oh, that's smooth."

The tingle returned and I struggled to get control of myself again, but managed to halt another hard-on. I kicked off the underwear and spread my legs wide for a little more stability. It was amazing how having my arms tied affected my balance.

"Cock or spatula?" he whispered, squeezing my buns, and spreading them.

"Please, just let me suck--"

A strong, open-handed slap to my ass stopped me short.

"What did I tell you about begging?"

"I'm not gay! I can't take you in the ass. I'll suck your dick all day, but if you're making me choose, I take option B," I answered, shakily.

"Okay, knees please, Captain Cocksucker, let me think about this for a minute." He tossed his robe aside and stood naked with his nine-inch pole pointing dead ahead.

I dropped to my knees and was reminded that they had already been abused today. The tile hurt even more than the concrete, now that I was without pants. I quickly lowered my ass to my heels to relieve pressure to my knees. That put is cock right at mouth level and I opened, ready to receive him. He put his hands on his hips and swung is huge cock like a club.

Hoping to distract him from his punishment plans, I opened and lunged for it, but he dodged and swung it back whacking me in the cheek. "There's my hungry, little cock sucker," he said, as he swung again, this time connecting with the side of my head, knocking my cap askew. He quickly, grabbed the cap and held it to my head. "Easy Captain, I haven't given you permission yet."

Feeling the weight of his cock reminded me why plan A would never work. Then, he reached behind me and gripped the tie binding my elbows while the heat of his cock pressed against my cheek and ear. Next, he yanked me up to the upright position leaving my knees to bear my weight. He gripped my cap and pushed my head down while he tauntingly thumped my face, side to side with his cock. After a few thumps, he released me and went back to the bag. This time, he pulled out an oddly-shaped, seven or eight-inch dildo that was arched like a banana, but the shaft looked like three balls, on a three-quarter inch diameter shaft. Each ball was slightly larger with the biggest about two inches in diameter. He pressed it onto the counter and a suction cup held it in place.

I looked at it with a disturbed expression that caused him to smile. "Not liking plan C, Captain? But you haven't heard about it yet."

"I'll take the spatula, sir, please," I said quickly.

"Shhh," he shushed me softly. "Here's the deal. My plan, plan A, was to let you suck my cock 'til I came in your mouth, then I would lube you up and fuck that virgin ass 'til I came again. Plan B is forty-five whacks for the forty-five minutes you fucked with me, then you suck me 'til I come in your mouth. However, with plan A, once the punishment begins, there is no stopping until all forty-five swats are delivered.

But I will give you a third option, that might be less traumatic for you. With this plan, you take your whacks ten at a time. After each set of ten, you will decide to continue or stop. If you stop, you just lower yourself onto the rubber cock while you suck me off. You will need to make me come in your mouth twice since you are not giving me your cherry. If you last the forty-five whacks with plan B or C you keep your cherry. With plan C, you have an out if you decide the dildo is preferable to the spatula, and you don't have to take this in the ass today." He thumped me on the chin for emphasis. "If you can't take the rubber cock, you can revert back to finishing your whacks."

I looked at dildo in contrast to him. The head of the dildo was about a one-inch ball with a three-quarter-inch nipple on the end, then an inch or so span of three-quarter-inch shaft between the first and second ball. Ball two was about an inch-and-one-half in diameter and the third was about two-inches. The third was nearly as big around as him. While I contemplated, I the thought of taking the dildo in my ass seemed impossible. "Please, I won't do it again, I promise..."

"Plan B it is." He jerked the robe tie and held me uncomfortably high while he reached the spatula.

"No, no, please plan C!" I yelled desperately.

I thought to myself, between, Officer--fucking--Reeves and Mark--fucking--Thomas, I was about--fucking--done with A-B-Cs.

"Finally, a decision. Round one. Ten touches of the spatula or the dildo?" he asked firmly.

I hesitated, trying to imagine taking ten swats, but the dildo seemed worse.

"Spatula or dildo, Captain?" he asked, with his patience wearing thin.

"Spatula," I answered shakily.

Whack! "One Mississippi," whack! "Two Mississippi..." He counted as my cap flew off from the first impact.

The sting was far, far worse than I remembered. And with only one to each ass cheek, I knew, I would never make it to ten, let alone forty-five. "Dildo, please dildo!" I yelled.

The pressure on my arms as he pulled me up and forward, seemed to intensify my knee pain, but the sting in my ass was much worse.

Whack! "Three Mississippi," whack! "Four Mississippi..."

"Dildo please!" I shouted, eyes watering.

Whack! "Five Mississippi," whack! "Six Mississippi..."

"Cock please! Fuck my ass please!" I screamed as he hit with unbelievable force.

"Too late for that Captain. You've made your choice."

He whacked again and I tried to move out of his range, but the pressure on my shoulders would not let me stand. He delivered six through ten as my ass felt like I was pierced by a thousand needles.

When he released me, I dropped my ass down to my heels, but that only seemed to push the needles deeper. So I rose back up taking the pain in my knees. My legs trembled and my cock was completely limp. There was an intense chill up my spine that felt almost like bugs crawling on me. I tried to collect myself as he pulled the suction cup dildo off the counter and suctioned it to the floor between my feet.

"That's round one, Captain Cocksucker, how are we feeling?" he asked smugly.

"No more, please. I learned my lesson, please." I begged not caring if that pissed him off.

"You know something, Captain, I believe you," he said calmly, while he retrieved my cap and put it back on my head. "Tell you what, if you can if you can make me come twice, with that hot little mouth of yours, we'll spare your man-pussy further excitement today. Does that sound fair?"

I nodded. "Yes, thank you, sir," I replied smiling nervously. I hated that he referred to my ass a man-pussy. It could only mean one thing for the future.

"Good, I've got a little something for those cherry red cheeks, that just might make you feel better." He reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a plastic condiment squeeze bottle, but it was semi-transparent.

He knelt beside me smiling, and squeezed out a clear, oily substance into his palm then spread it on both hands and began to apply it to my ass and cock at the same time. I cringed fearing this was another deception, and he was lubing me up. But as he gently rubbed my ass cheeks, it did help. His other hand rubbed my cock and balls, coating me with the oil. The slippery warmth quickly had my cock stiffening, once again betraying me, as I tried to convince it to stop. As it grew harder, he rubbed his palm against the sensitive underside of my cock head in quickening circles, while his other hand continued on my ass.

"Someone's getting excited," he whispered, as his breath washed over my ear and neck, sending the bugs crawling up my spine again.

My legs trembled as I caught myself pressing my cock against his palm and breathing in quick puffs. The voice in my head was screaming for me to get control while the memory of our first encounter replayed in my head, when he made me cum in my jogging shorts and I could not stop myself.

"Holy shit, Captain, you get hard fast, my friend," he said, pushing harder and stroking faster.

His other hand released my ass and I sensed he might have been lubing the dildo, before his hand returned and began working a finger up and down my ass crack, spreading the oil where no man had ever touched me before, and Amy had only touched in passing. I felt his chest pressing against my arm as his breath continued to flush my ear and neck in tickling warmth.

"I think you could pound nails with that, Steven." He taunted while his finger began circling my asshole.

I puffed and squeaked, as his palm rubbed my cock head toward an unstoppable climax, when suddenly his finger pressed into my tight sphincter with a jolt of pain that quickly faded as he continued working my boner.

"Oh, you do have a tight, little man-pussy, Captain," he said, jolting me back to reality.

I shook my head rapidly, as the finger pushed to the hilt. But the relentless rubbing of my cock head, combined with the stimulation of my asshole, created a tingle sensation though my loins like I had never felt. As his finger began to slowly work in and out, I could feel the climax building again.

"Are you gonna come, Captain?" he asked teasingly.

I shook my head, but couldn't hold back the whimpers of pleasure as he was once again taking control of my defiant cock.

"Sorry, I did promise no more excitement for your pussy today," he said, as he released me from both hands. "Let's get back to why you came here this morning."

He stood up and swung his fully hard penis, connecting with my chin. Then he walked into the next room and returned, once again with the tripod and camera.

"I know you'll wanna see this later," he teased, as he framed up the camera.

My knees ached and I lowered my ass slowly toward my heels only to feel the dildo, touch my taint, causing me to move back to full leg extension.

"Feel free to sit back on the dildo if that's more comfortable, Captain. Take a load off, if you like."

I shook my head and realized I needed to end this as quickly as possible, or my knees would never take it. I quickly began to play the role he had taught me.

"Please let me suck your cock, sir. I need you to come in my mouth again. It's all I can think about." I looked up at him, pleadingly.

He stepped over in front of me. Standing on my knees basically placed my mouth even with the tip of his skyward-pointing boner. Sucking his cock from that position was going to be a challenge and nearly impossible with my arms tied back. That arrogant grin brought a wave of angry heat to my face, and I imagined it was probably as red as my ass. He swung his cock club again, rocking his hips as it thumped my lips and chin. The heat of it sent another unwanted tingle to my throbbing cock head.

"Do you want this cock, Captain?" he chided.

"Yes please, sir."

I opened my mouth and lunged, trying to capture it so I could get this over with.

"Look at you, bobbing for cock, like a hungry, little slut." He pulled back taunting me, before thumping it off my mouth again. "Your wobbling a bit trying to get it, Captain, why don't you sit back a little." He gave my shoulder a light shove causing me to sway.

I kept my balance and lapped it with my tongue as he thumped me again. "Mmm, there's the magic tongue. Do you want my cock, Captain Cocksucker?" His tone grew more condescending by the minute.

"Yes please, sir, let me make you come."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a little remote control and stepped forward to let his hot cock head rest on my chin. I tilted my head forward and worked his head into my mouth and quickly waggled my tongue against his most sensitive spot. He moaned and I felt the dildo begin to vibrate between my feet. It was a remote-controlled vibrator!

Once again, I realized, I needed to end this as quicky as possible. So I plunged forward knocking my cap to the floor and took his cock head in my mouth and the familiar flavor of his slightly-salty cock and bittersweet pre-come sent another pulse through my balls. I felt my boner thump his leg as I began to bob on his cock head. He leaned forward grabbed the robe tie, keeping pressure on my arms and holding me in place.

I tried to back up giving me more room and moving the away from the dildo, but he pulled his cock out of my mouth and yanked me back over the dildo. "So, do you want the next ten, instead, Captain?"

I shook my head and moved back over the dildo. He held his cock steady and let me take him back in my mouth without further torment. My knees ached and the position he had me in only allowed me to take about half his length. For balance sake, I could not lean forward enough, not to mention he was too close. I tried to lean back but he held the robe tie tight.

"Come on, Captain, I know you can take more than that," he panted.

I lowered my ass as far as I dared until I felt the rubber coated cock tip touch my sphincter. The vibrating tingle caused a moan and a twitch that pushed the narrow nipple on the tip into my ass. I felt the vibration through my balls and raised up startled by the sensation. I held myself there in a semi-squat trying not to touch the dildo and turned my attention back to the task at hand, ending this asap. From the slightly lower position, I could get to just beyond half his length.

"Oh, yeah, Senior-Captain-Cocksucker," he moaned softly. "Better, but we both know you can take it all."

Sensing his pleasure, I bobbed faster, hoping to get the first orgasm over quick. As I sped up, my boner thumped against his leg and found myself twisting slightly to contact his warmth.

"Are you humping my leg like a horny little bitch, Captain?" He laughed and moved his leg away.

I continued to work him hard, and his moans were low and steady, but I did not sense him coming soon. My legs began to tremble and from holding the semi-squat position and I dropped back to the tip of the dildo penetrating my opening. I held there releasing a little weight off my strained muscles, but not enough to push in the first ball. The tone of the vibrator deepened, and the vibration in my balls caused me to grunt into his cock, which prompted more taunting.

"Oh yeah, Captain, doesn't that feel good in that tight little pussy. Almost there my friend, I need that throat." He moaned in earnest.

I bobbed frantically and lost balance, pushing the first ball in. It was surprisingly pain free, and when it cleared my sphincter, the muscle clenched onto the narrow shaft. The sensation was like nothing I would have imagined. My entire abdomen seemed to vibrate as the ball vibrated inside me. My head bobs caused me to bounce on the dildo feeling the second ball pushing against me.

"So close, Captain. Ah!" he groaned.

I could almost take him all, and my ass cheeks brushed my heels. I was so close to relief for my knees and straining muscles, when he released my arms and placed both hands on the back of my head, I let myself drop and take the second ball. There was a brief but bearable jolt of pain, before my asshole clenched the narrower shaft below the second ball.

I groaned and snorted like an animal with the vibrating cock sending a deep-tingling vibration to my stone-like boner. With that, I was able to take his length, and my knees and thighs got some much needed relief.

"Take it all bitch, I'm gonna come," he grunted, fucking my throat.

As his first blast of hot cream flooded my throat, I realized, I already had a stream of saliva running down my chin onto my neck and did my best to capture all of his cum, but he was fucking my mouth so fast, I couldn't contain it all. Jet after jet blew from his throbbing cock as I struggled for balance and spread my feet taking the third ball in my lubed ass. It seemed to stretch me to the max, but I pushed through and there was instant relief once the ball was inside me.

He continued to fuck my mouth, his balls slapping my chin, and pubes tickling my nose. When his orgasm finally passed, he let out a long steady sigh. "Ooohhh fuuuck, Captain--fucking--Cocksucker. One down, my friend. Don't you dare stop. Keep me fucking hard."

The sensation of the vibrating cock, filling my ass, sending its tingling waves through my lower body had my cock aching hard and on the verge of spontaneous orgasm. Mark leaned to the side and smiled as he held still, letting me suck him to full hardness again. I had no resistance left and would have done anything he wanted. I wanted nothing more than to have my hands free, to grip his ass with one hand and jack myself off with the other, while feeling him cum in my mouth again while bouncing on the fucking dildo. At that moment, I was his bitch and we both knew it.

"Look how fucking hard you are, Captain, and you took that cock like a champ, my friend. Where do I come next, friend, mouth or ass?" he asked, arrogantly.

I'm not sure if it was my last tiny bit of dignity, or the fact I did not want to let the dildo go, but I pulled off his cock and replied, "Mouth, please, sir."

"Alright then, I think you've earned a little special surprise, Captain." He reached into the bag and found the cuff keys.

I continued to suck his cock as he bent forward and untied the robe tie. Then he leaned back and unlocked the fuzzy cuffs and returned them to the bag.

I gripped his ass with both hands and sucked his cock, tip to balls. My shirt collar was, now damp from saliva and cum. I caught myself bouncing on the dildo as I felt him reaching maximum stiffness again.

"Oh fuck, you like that plastic cock in your ass don't you, Steven?" he groaned.

I nodded and bounced a little harder on it. Then I released my right hand from his ass and gripped my cock.

"No, no, Captain, you don't get to jack off 'til you make me come, my friend," he said, as he pushed the remote button, and the dildo began to thrust up and down a good inch each direction.

I gripped his ass with both hands, whimpering onto his cock, as the dildo began to thump against my prostate. My eyes widened and my head bobbed wildly.

"Oh fuck, you really like that!" he gasped, mouth agape.

I nodded, as I pushed myself hard onto the dildo, groaning and whimpering as I felt a tingling sensation from my prostate, that I had never imagined. My fingers gripped his ass hard and I throat-fucked him, sensing an orgasm building without my cock being touched.

He grunted in spastic puffs, "Are, you, my, bitch, Cap--tain, Cock, Suck--er?"

I nodded, and squeaked as he pushed me slightly back and the dildo found the sweet spot. The second ball pounded my prostate and I experienced what I later discovered was known as prostate milking. A strong, lingering climax took me and a massive amount of cum gushed from my raging boner, and ran down my shaft and balls before dripping onto the tile. My body trembled and I fucked his cock frantically in a series of whimpering squeals that sounded surreal. It was different than a normal orgasm, as the cum seemed to flow in a continuous stream and did not shoot out in spurts like an externally-induced orgasm, but the tingling pleasure was, at least, as intense and seemed greater, since it emanated from inside me.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped, as he unloaded in my mouth again, just as my orgasm subsided. He held still, as I sucked and swallowed, capturing every bit this time.

My cock remained at full attention with the vibrator stimulating my entire lower body as milked him dry.

"Oh my God, Captain. That was fucking great," he said, slowly rocking his hips with a hand on my head.

He sighed contently and continued for a few more strokes before he pulled out. Then, he pushed the button and dildo stopped thrusting, but kept a slow steady vibration.

"Be honest, Steven," he said smiling down at me. "You liked that didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," I said, looking down in shame.

"Look at me!" he said, with a stern tone.

"You like that dildo in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." I replied honestly, in a daze.

"It seems you've learned you lesson about being honest, Captain. I'm proud of you today," he said, with a pet of my head.

I slowly ground myself of the dildo, cock still hard. The urge to masturbate with the cock in my ass was building again.

"Thank you, sir."

"That's enough for today. Do you want to tell Amy you will be 'taking a run' in the morning?" he asked, doing air quotes around taking a run.

My shame was quelled by my tingling boner. "Yes, please."

"Thanks for your obedience today. One more question honestly answered, and you are free to clean up and go, Steven."

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Do you want to be my bitch, Steven?"

I looked at the floor and nodded, slowly. I like to think I did it because I had no choice, but I'm not so sure.

"Use your words and your gratitude please, Steven.

"I wanna be your bitch, sir. Thank you for letting me suck your cock and take your vibrator in the ass, sir."

"The dildo is yours to keep, Captain. You earned it today. In fact, you can keep it in while you clean your jizz off my floor."

"Thank you, sir," I replied meekly.

"You're a quick learner, Captain. If you obey, there is no reason for any of our encounters to be anything but pleasurable. I'm going to let you keep the dildo in until you get home, then you can take it out. You will travel with it from now on, so you can masturbate for me while riding your toy when we FaceTime."

The relentless tingle in my ass got the better of me. "Can I please come for your cock now?" I asked, pathetically.

"You do have quite the little boner going, Captain. But it's best we don't overdo it. You'll need to wait 'til tomorrow, my friend. And given your level of excitement, I think it's best you don't fuck your wife until after tomorrow morning either. I know that may be sensitive, and I would never jeopardize that relationship, but I'm afraid it would be a bad idea to unleash yourself on her in this state. Tomorrow, I will let you come with my cock in your ass. The way you took your dildo today shows me you are more than ready my friend." He smiled at me and reached for the spatula.

As he twisted the spatula in his hand he continued. "Hopefully, I'll be putting this away for good. Are you on board with the flight plan I have laid out for you, Captain Cocksucker?" He grinned at his own play on words.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," I said, as the patheticness of my situation hit home. I had nearly forgotten about the camera and me in jacket and tie, naked below the waist and riding a dildo with a hard-on. I looked down for my cap only to discover a huge glob of my cum on the edge of the top, running down the side.

"Oh boy, looks like a little hat lickin's in order, my friend. Un-suction your dildo and lick that up. There's a bathroom right there so you can collect yourself when you're done," he said, looking down at me arrogantly.

I complied and licked up my cum from the floor and the cap while he watched. Bending down seemed to heighten the tingling in my balls. When I licked it up to his satisfaction, he picked up his tripod and left the room.

"See you tomorrow, bright and early. I'll leave the door unlocked for you, my friend. You should stop at the drug store on the way home and get something to flush you pussy clean before you come back tomorrow." he said nonchalantly, as he exited.

I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. There, I cleaned the cum from my cock and balls, as well as my chin and neck. Next, I dabbed the cum residue off my cap with a wet rag and touch of soap. As humiliating as it was, the vibration in my abdomen, kept me hard through it all, until I arrived home and removed it.

As he commanded, I made a pit stop at the drugstore. Sadly, I had to position my boner to be as unnoticeable as I could, before entering the store. I found a home enema kit and hid it in the car for the morning. When I entered the house. Amy greeted me at the door with a hug and kiss.

I quickly excused myself to the restroom and removed the dildo. My erection finally faded as I hid the rubber cock behind a stack of towels under the sink, until I could find a better spot later.

Then, I showered and changed, trying to calm myself for the day ahead with the family and the surprise date night with Amy, all the while knowing what was in store for me in the morning...

To be continued. Comments, suggestions and votes are appreciated.

Thanks to Kenji Sato with help editing.

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