Beginning of My Contribution
As per the directions, I drove up to the residence and parked in the driveway, which circled around the back of the property. There was a large, attached three-car garage there. The house itself had a Craftsman style, with a mix of wood, brick, and stucco. It was quite spacious and well-maintained, so it was truly impressive. The house stood on just under an acre of well-manicured land. There was a big deck overlooking a beautifully paved patio that hosted a mid-sized outdoor kitchen, a dining space, and a large sitting area with a fire pit. It seemed like a wonderful spot to relax.
I ascended the stairs to the deck and entered through an unlocked set of French doors. The kitchen was exquisite, featuring shiny quartz countertops with high-end wooden cabinets above. It was decorated with top-quality appliances, including a giant commercial-grade stove.
I was told to head up the stairs near the pantry to reach the master bedroom. My heart was racing with adrenaline as I operated under a mix of fear, anticipation, and sheer arousal. I went to my knees, my back pressed against the bed, as instructed. I said, "I'm ready, sir," albeit my voice was shaky.
"Good boy," said a voice, emerging from the sitting room. "You will remain on your knees when I enter. Your eyes are to remain down. If you raise them to look at me, you'll be asked to leave. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered shakily.
"Upon my arrival, I'll tell you how to worship my cock," he said.
I understood this instruction. I heard footsteps coming closer. I could see his feet but the rest of him was hidden by a navy blue satin-like robe. He stood in front of me. I tried to resist the urge to look at him but couldn't help it. He undid his robe and let it fall open.
I raised my head and took in his cock. It was an unbelievable sight - far from anything I'd seen outside of pornography or showcases. The balls were enormous, nearly the size of eggs, hanging low. While soft, it was probably seven inches long and exceptionally thick. It was uncircumcised. The foreskin was pulled back, revealing the head. When fully erect, he was over eleven inches long and the same thickness as a Red Bull® can. The cock was densely veined, and his head's shape was more evident as the stretched foreskin wrapped tightly around it.
"Touch my balls," he said.
I gently cupped his enormous balls in my hand. They felt full and heavy.
"Do you feel their weight?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
He grabbed his cock and quickly slapped me twice across the face with it. Both times, it stung like a club.
"You should refer to me as sir. If things progress further, you may call me master, but only if I feel like you're worthy. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I responded, still shaky.
"Fine. Take the shaft in your hand, and lick it from base to tip," the man commanded.
I obeyed, starting at the base and licking my way up to the still covered head. His cock started gaining hardness immediately. Fully erect, he was 11 inches long and as thick as my wrist. He was heavily veined and I could get a better look at the head as the foreskin stretched taut.
"Do you like what you see?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," I said eagerly.
"Do you want to have this in your mouth?"
"Yes, please, sir."
"You're not requesting it strongly enough. Beg for it," he demanded.
"Sir, please, let me worship your cock. I want to feel it in my mouth. It'll go as deep as I possibly can. Let me suck on your cum," I begged.
"Much better," he said. "Are you my pet, my blowjob pet?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir."
"Perfect. Start with your hand and guide it into your mouth," he instructed.
I grasped his erect cock with my hands and held it to my lips. I rolled back the foreskin to expose the large head. As I did that, he reached down and grasped the back of my head, gently pushing forward while he thrust into my mouth. He started off gently, but then said, "let's see how much of my cock you can take down your throat."
He shoved his penis further down my throat until I couldn't handle it. He held it there firmly, preventing me from escaping. I wasn't able to breathe, and the lack of oxygen was starting to cause me concern. Eventually, I managed to break free, and he withdrew his cock. I was coughing and gasping for air.
"We'll practice this more," he said. "You'll need to become better at this."
Once again, he pushed his cock into my mouth and told me to focus on the head. I eagerly obliged. I wanted to satisfy this massive organ. I desired to feel his semen trickling down my throat.
He paused for a moment and requested, "Jake, you can look at me now."
I looked up and was shocked to see a familiar face. He was someone I knew, although we hadn't been close. He was videotaping the whole ordeal with his phone. When I tried to move, he held me back even stronger. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, increasing his pace as he approached climax.
He groaned loudly and began to come. I struggled to break free but couldn't. He continued to thrust into my mouth, emptying his load into my esophagus. Some of his semen leaked out and dripped down my face. I swallowed as much as I could. To my surprise, he didn't stop there. He continued to thrust into my mouth, despite having already climaxed.
He commanded, "Keep your mouth open, whore."
I parted my lips and accepted his remaining semen. A part of me wanted to get away but another part enjoyed the experience.
"This will help keep you in check," he said, still holding his phone.
I became furious when I understood that he had recorded this experience and likely had malicious intentions.
"What do you mean by that?" I demanded.
"You enjoyed sucking my cock and swallowing my load. You agreed that you were my slut," he answered. "The videos and pictures are already in the cloud."
He continued, "I think you'll make a great pet for me. I'd like to continue each time you see me."
At that point, I noticed that he was still partly erect. I possess similar abilities as him. I can maintain my erection after multiple orgasms.
"If you think about attempting to take my phone, the videos and photos are already in the cloud," he warned. "Now, get on the bed, lie down on your back with your head hanging over the edge. Let's improve your throat skills."
My mind abruptly raced, and my heart began to pound. He had videos of me humiliating myself. I considered the implications of him sharing them with others if I didn't comply.
I followed his instruction and lied down as instructed. This was a position I've had others in many times, but I've never been in it myself. My wife particularly enjoyed this, demanding that I go down her throat entirely.
He stood over me with his phone still in hand. He began to feed his cock down my throat slowly.
"Keep your throat relaxed. Don't tense up," he said. "We'll work on getting rid of your gag reflex."
I concentrated on relaxing, swallowing his cock deeper with each stroke.
"Great," he said, "You've made it halfway."
He then pushed further, hitting the back of my throat. Despite the discomfort, he continued to thrust slowly and rhythmically. His balls were hitting my face, and I could hear them slapping against it. I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought to me.
Eventually, he began to thrust more rapidly. I gagged, attempting to remove his penis from my throat, but he refused to allow me to escape. He continued thrusting, allowing me no opportunity to escape. I began to slowly cum, shooting my load onto the bed below me.
He paused to gauge my reaction, then resumed his thrusting, urging me to deepen my throat. He pushed into me, causing a slight gag.
"I won't push any further today," he said. "Let's work on practicing taking me deeper."
As I adjusted to his continued thrusting, he started to feel his orgasm build.
He grunted, releasing his load down my throat. I was able to swallow it all. When he was done, I immediately tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down.
"Get dressed," he said.
I scrambled to locate my clothes and dressed quickly.
"One last thing," he told me. "We need to talk while you're naked."
I reluctantly agreed and took off my underwear. Sitting down in front of him, he took out his phone and showed me the video he'd taken. I watched, horrified, as I succumbed to his desires, swallowing his cum while seemingly loving every moment of it.
"This is a reminder of what happens when you don't do as I say," he stated. "I'd like to continue this experience the next time we meet. What do you say? Do you need this embarrassment to continue?"
He brought his phone close to show me the screen. There I was, lying down on the bed with my head dangling over the edge. I could see the presence of his penis and its insertion into my mouth. I heard his demands and witnessed his initial thrust. I was amazed by how much I could accommodate, featuring more than half his length. I perceived him climaxing down my throat, and I attempted to swallow it all.
"I've been searching for another slut to dig under my belt. I'm so thrilled you reached out to me. No one will care if you're bisexual. However, if this video were to surface, the embarrassment would be overwhelming, particularly for someone like you who is an alpha male with such a beautiful wife, on your knees asking for dick. Therefore, you should ponder the possibility of this footage circulating online or discreetly sent, free from any traceable data."
"What is it that you desire?" I inquired.
"I want you to serve me at any given time. Fear not, for I'm not demanding late-night calls or sudden visits. Being your Dom, I'll school you in genuine submissiveness. Is that satisfactory?"
My heart was throbbing fiercely. My thoughts were swarming, thinking about the awful consequences if this video became public. I knew I had to obey for the time being until I could find a way to rectify the situation.
"Yes," I claimed.
"Yes what?" he questioned.
"Yes, Sir," I acquiesced.
He chuckled and mentioned, "For now, it's Sir. If I choose to turn you into a slave, you can call me Master."
We strolled into the bathroom, where it featured a spacious double vanity, a grand jacuzzi bathtub, and a spacious walk-in shower with multiple showerheads. He ordered me to take a seat on the floor.
"Kneel," he commanded.
I engaged in the act. He removed his robe, but rather than ordering me to orally please him again, he initiated urinating. I was baffled. I'd never been exposed to this before. He guided the robust current onto my face and then over my entire body. Afterwards, he approached me with his robe back on.
"You may get dressed now, whore," he advised.
I swiftly gathered my clothes and wore them. I started to leave, but he said, "Didn't I deserve a token of appreciation, whore?"
I failed to understand what he wanted. Then I understood his intentions.
"Thank you, Sir," I said.
With that, I hustled out the door. Clueless about the next course of action.
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