Offer and Acceptance: Chapter 1
Content warning: non-consent, coercion, and feminization.
Recently, my apartment's walls were rumbling with loud noises. It was around ten in the night, and I had been attempting to fall asleep when the music started blasting. I decided to confront the owner of the apartment just a few doors away. It was unbearable, especially considering that I had an appointment with a recruiter the next morning at eight. My life had been challenging since I lost my job three months before, and this wasn't what I wanted or needed.
I debated calling someone to report the noise, but I figured that confronting him directly could solve the problem in a timelier manner. My demeanor is not a "people person," so dealing with a stranger's loud noise in the middle of the night was a nightmare scenario. However, I was wholeheartedly tired of being disturbed and decided to take matters into my own hands.
I wore sweatpants, dressed quickly while trying to avoid any critical comments or embarrassment related to my body. It didn't help that my high school bullies referred to me as a PAWG (Philippine American Women with G - beautiful woman with a big butt) or other similar names. This was the reason behind my cautiousness around girls. My confidence has always been an issue, and growing out my hair made it even more challenging.
I grabbed my phone and keys and prepared to knock on apartment 38. My hand trembled as I banged on the door. The music went quiet as I waited for a response. The door opened slowly to reveal a tall, dark-skinned man with a welcoming smile. He appeared around 45 years old and was significantly taller than my short 5'4 frame. I braced myself for the confrontation.
"Hi," he said. "Can I assist you? Are you living in apartment 37?"
I hesitated before trying to explain my situation. "Yes, and your music has been bothering me. I'm trying to sleep," I stuttered.
The man's smile made me feel uncomfortable. It had been a while since I felt this level of anxiety, even with the high school bullies and my college frat brothers. Suddenly, I was filled with the desire to be one of them instead of the receiving end. "I'll tone it down for now, okay?" he asked with a laugh. "I didn't realize I was disturbing anyone."
"Uh, yeah," I mumbled while trying to find the courage to talk to him.
"Hi, I'm Anthony," he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. I carefully shook his hand, then cringed at the feeling of it burning my hand.
"I'm Elliott," I hesitated, showing him my palm. We shook hands briefly.
Anthony apologized, explaining that he was careless. "I've passed by your house before, I just never introduced myself," he remarked. "I could have asked you to keep the volume down months ago, but I'm sorry for not doing so."
Due to his friendly nature, it was hard to reject his offer. "I should really get some sleep though..."
"Wait, why don't you join me for a drink? Let it be a nightcap after your initial confrontation," he suggested.
I felt embarrassed, but the friendly nature he exuded made it difficult to say no.
As he guided me towards his apartment, I noticed that it was more spacious and aesthetically pleasing than mine. He locked the door, and I meekly sat down on the big leather sofa. "So, Elliott," he asked, "What do you do for a living?"
"I was working in finance until a few months ago," I replied while watching him pour two glasses of expensive-looking whiskey.
"I'm sorry to hear about your situation, young man. I worked in finance myself and it can be a very demanding and competitive industry. From the looks of you, I'm guessing you've just started your first job after college, right?"
I took a sip of my whiskey, trying not to let my inexperience show.
"Yes, I graduated last year. I didn't even make it six months before getting fired. I guess I just couldn't keep up with the others."
Anthony leaned back on the couch, drinking his own glass of whiskey.
"It's tough out there, kid. But you've got family or friends you can rely on, right? Maybe a girlfriend?"
I shook my head, struggling to keep my composure as the alcohol blurred my thoughts.
"No, not really. There was this one girl I liked at work - Kayla - but I never had the guts to ask her out, even when we all went out for drinks on Fridays."
Anthony nodded sympathetically.
"It'll be okay, son. You'll find a new job and find someone eventually. Life has a funny way of working itself out."
He took another sip of his whiskey, watching me closely.
"So, tell me, you must have some savings if you're still able to pay rent for your place next door. This area can be quite expensive, believe me."
My head was starting to spin as I tried to think of a way to answer him without sounding too pathetic.
"Uhm, yeah, I do have some cash saved up, but it's not going to last long. That's why I'm desperate for a job."
Anthony continued to smile, but his eyes seemed to hold a certain cruelty.
"I think I might be able to help you out. I still have quite a few contacts in the finance world, and some of them owe me favors. Gerald, your landlord, is one of them. I'm sure I could persuade him to accept a few late payments if your finances get tight."
My heart started to race. Was this my chance to turn my life around? To find a job and keep my place AND make a new friend?
"You can do that for me?"
Anthony nodded.
"I can certainly try, but there's something you can do for me in return. Something ... more personal."
My mind went blank as he spoke. What the hell was he saying?
"What do you mean? What's this about?"
His grin widened.
"Simply put, all I'm saying is that I think you'd be really good at sucking my dick. And since you're looking for a job, and I know someone who can help you out, this is a win-win situation."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had he really just said that?
"What are you, gay or something?"
Anthony laughed.
"Not really, but I do enjoy the feeling of a hot young guy's mouth on my dick. I'm trying to help you out, man. I'm willing to use my connections to help you get a new job and help you out with your landlord. All you have to do is give me a blowjob."
My stomach turned. What the hell was I supposed to do? He looked so calm and in control, and I suddenly felt small and powerless.
"W-What? No, that's not right. I'm not gay!"
Anthony sighs, barely suppressing a laugh.
"Oh come on, I'm not asking you to become my boyfriend or anything. This is just a simple favor I'm asking. And it's not like I'm gay either. I'm just a nice guy who wants to help out his friends."
I looked at the door, then at the lock. He had locked it when he came in. I didn't know what else to do.
"Please, I don't want to do this. It's not right. I'm not gay!"
He came closer, his face now inches from mine.
"It doesn't matter if it's right or not. This is an opportunity for you. I can help you out, and all you have to do is give me a blowjob. It's that simple."
My heart raced as I stood there, trapped in my own fear. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Please... I don't want to... I'm not gay!"
His eyes never left mine.
"And I don't really care. I just want to see your pretty little lips around my cock."
I felt sick. I don't know what he was thinking or feeling, but I could tell he had no intention of leaving without getting what he wanted.
"This is absurd. I'm not going to just..."
"Then you'll have to wait for another opportunity," Anthony said, standing up.
I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone. I couldn't move or speak. He had the upper hand.
I understood that no matter my actions or words, I would blindly be 'accepting' his 'offer.'
"So, sweetie, what do you think?" Anthony questioned, softly.
"I- Uh- Uh- I- I suppose I could..." I muttered.
"That's amazing, dear. You don't need to worry – nobody needs to find out about our secret business," he soothed.
Knowing he would protect this secret gave me a slight ease – it'd be worse for me to be thrown off a building than for anyone I knew to discover what I'd do this night. Truthfully, Anthony didn't even have to throw me off a building; my pride would burst into pieces and my self-respect would shatter in an instant.
"Now, based on what you shared tonight, I doubt you've ever done something like this with a man or woman before, right?"
"N- N- No..."
"That's okay, dear. But for me to fulfill my part of our agreement, you'll need to make it nice for me, alright?"
"I- O- Okay..."
"Good boy," Anthony stated, stroking my face. Suddenly, he turned and went to sit on the couch.
"First, take those sweats and get them off – I want to see you in action, okay? After that, come over and kneel in front of me."
It took me a few moments to reason out what he wanted, and another few to get my body into motion. I didn't want to piss him off by delaying too long, but he remained patient and kept a sinister smirk on his face.
Despite the dread building inside me, I focused on the idea that my life would be improving by morning. All I had to do was endure this night.
After making the short walk to where Anthony was relaxing, I initiated peeling off my sweatpants, only for him to interfere.
"Turn around, darling. I want to see that gorgeously round butt as you take your pants down. Let me see what you've been hiding," he joked.
Again, my body was reluctant to obey, but I gave in to his demands and turned around. I felt my face turning crimson as my pants came off, exposing my shamefully plump behind to the large black man who seemed intent on demeaning me.
"The lack of body hair is a real treat," he noticed.
"Aaaah, no... I... I've never shaved or waxed," I admitted, wearily.
He erupted with laughter. "Well, you do have attractive underwear on, you know that? Pink boy shorts with cherries? A juicy ass on an even juicier boy," he laughed at his own joke while I blushed deeper.
"They're not boy shorts – t- they're my briefs... They just look kinda cool..."
He joked again. "Whatever you say, love. Now do as you came here to do – turn your ass around and kneel."
The soft rug provided a comfortable cushion for my knees as I knelt down in front of him, sensing the threatening bulge he sported in his pants through his clothes. Above it towered a substantial beer belly straining the wifebeater he sported.
In one swift move, he pushed himself up slightly, slid his pants down, and removed them by kicking them to the side.
The sight of the monstrosity intimidating me – a long, thick snake without a foreskin, deep-brown in color, and with a considerable amount of pubic hair at the base and on his large, enlarged scrotum. It wasn't even fully erect and already seemed twice the size of my small cool-off percentage at its full hardness.
Smelling the strong, sweaty male odor filled my nose. I suppressed a sigh, the thought of sucking on this python between my lips and stimulating it with licks, slurps, and sucks became increasingly distressing. I had touched my small penis countless times to videos of fair-skinned beauties performing exactly that, but I'd never considered I'd encounter myself in their place, angrily coerced into defiling myself on the end of a large black cock.
I gathered all the courage left in me and spoke out.
"I- I have some conditions. If I'm going to do this, t- then it can't take too long. And... I don't want... I don't want you to..." I couldn't find the courage to say it. Even now, studying the gigantic penis towering over me, the words to utter anything so 'gay' eluded me.
"You won't make me swallow your cum, right?" Anthony flashed a wide grin, revealing his perfect teeth. "I can't predict how long this will take since it depends on how much fun you make it for me. But I can assure you, I won't force you to swallow my load, even though I know you'd appreciate the late-night snack," he chuckled.
Anthony then grabbed my head with one of his huge hands and pulled me towards his crotch, pressing my nose against his big balls.
"Inhale deeply, darling. Time to get acquainted with the cock you're about to worship."
The stench overpowered my senses - it was definitely stronger than my own, and it made me want to gag even more knowing it was another man's. I winced at the odour and the furry balls pressing against my nose, mouth and chin.
Anthony quickly admonished me.
"Come on now, you need to toughen up, darling. Women aren't supposed to make that face when they're around a man's cock. If you want me to follow through with our deal, then you need to put on a brave face and worship this dick. Go ahead, precious. Wrap your hands around it. Kiss these nuts. Make it feel good."
Anthony took one of my hands and placed it around his throbbing member. It appeared to be fully erect - a solid 10 inches of meat, with a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip.
It was now or never. I somehow managed to leave my body and enter a different realm, leaving only the task at hand.
For his benefit, I smiled as sweetly as I could and pouted my lips, planting them on his balls and up his shaft, delivering the kisses he so desired.
"Yeah, that's it, darling. Just like that." he moaned. "I adore seeing those delicate hands wrapped around my dick. Look at how small your forearm is in comparison to it. Tell me how huge my cock is - is it much larger than yours?"
To avoid inviting his humiliation, I played along and complied with his desires.
"Your cock is so large. It's much bigger than mine. I don't think it'll fit in my mouth..."
"Don't worry, my precious. We'll make it fit - you'll learn to take it over time." Anthony grinned again and blew me a kiss.
'Over time'? I thought this was going to be quick? I was sure Anthony would have no issue with this humiliation lasting a lifetime, but I had no intention of prolonging it. It was time to take control of the situation.
I raised myself up a little and displayed my tongue, sticking it out between my lips. The head of his cock was right in front of me. Despite my eyes being fixated on his member, I caught a glimpse of a satisfied smile on his face.
I carefully aimed the tip of his dick and slapped it between my lips, sticking it out as much as I could on my tongue. The salty, sweet taste hit me instantly, and although I felt a strong urge to gag, the taste was surprisingly tolerable.
My mind wandered to the many Blacked videos I had watched and I mentally prepared to give the performance of a lifetime - the faster I went with it, the sooner it'd be over, right?
I went with what I could, his enormous size posing a challenge - I kissed the tip, sucked the head and licked his shaft. My mouth has been flooded with spit, coating every inch of his member with my saliva.
I could hear his moans and groans in my head. The sounds and smells pushed me into a trance - not because I enjoyed it, but because it helped me to continue.
"Mmmmmm... That's good, baby. That's very good. I love seeing those big dick-sucking lips wrapped around Daddy's cock. You look beautiful when you're focused on pleasing a man."
I tried to ignore his derogatory remarks as I swirled my tongue around his head, but was taken aback when I felt a hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair back. I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with a warm smile.
Suddenly his hand pushed my mouth further down on his cock, widening my jaw. The panic inside me grew, but he held me firmly in place.
His cock continued to invade my mouth, pushing further and further down my throat. I instinctively tried to push back against his knees, but he held them firmly, keeping me under control.
Anthony could clearly see the terror in my eyes, and he placed his other hand by my head, caressing my cheek softly.
"You'll feel better if you relax," he said reassuringly. "I need something more to push me over the edge."
His words shocked me, and suddenly, I found myself following his instructions without hesitation. I opened my throat as much as I could and allowed the tip of his penis to touch the back of it.
Despite my best efforts, the urge to gag was too strong. I choked on his shaft, trying to catch my breath, but Anthony held me steady.
"Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose," he advised calmly. "Just swallow and let it go deeper. It might feel uncomfortable, but that's the only place his cock will go."
With that, I noticed the tip of his cock slowly moving further down my throat. I could feel it against my nose and the back of my tongue.
"I'm almost through," he said, stroking my hair. "Relax your throat muscles and comply so he can join us."
My body must have understood his commands because the next thing I know, I was taking in more and more of his length. It felt like a hot, thick snake was being swallowed. I looked down and saw that there was still seven inches left outside of my mouth.
"This is too much," I gasped, but Anthony only nodded. "Keep pushing, your throat will adjust."
My body seemed to obey and the tip of his penis passed what felt like an impossible barrier. Now, with just five inches left, I was panting heavily.
I felt a surge of rage and frustration. This couldn't be happening. My mind was screaming for me to stop, but my body was obeying his commands.
Then, I found myself gagging on his penis. I couldn't catch my breath, and at some point, I stopped resisting him.
"It's okay, baby," he said, stroking my hair. "He's coming out now."
While I was choking, I felt his penis begin to pull out of my mouth. As soon as it was free, I collapsed on the floor, coughing and choking loudly. My breathing grew heavier as I tried to clear the snot and mucus from my throat.
I could still feel the weight of my humiliation on top of my chest. Anthony must've been satisfied with his performance, because he lifted my chin and I saw his triumphant smile.
"You did good, sweetheart," he said. "You took a big cock in your first attempt."
He reached down and pulled my underwear up, giving me a light wedgie as he did.
"This is what real men want, a big white ass for them to admire."
His hand was still on my ass, massaging it softly. I wanted to tell him no, to beg him to stop, but I couldn't find the words to express it. His dominance had worn me down.
"Aren't you proud?" he asked. "Taking a huge cock in your throat is quite feats, won't deny it."
My mind was still reeling, and I only managed to nod and agree. He brought me back onto his penis and I continued servicing him, lost in a trance.
Every time the head of his cock touched my throat, I heard a gag, a splutter, and a tear escape my tear ducts. Each time he let out a soft groan. As if on autopilot, my mouth moved up and down his length.
Anthony fondled my ass cheeks, finally removing his hand when I gave him a passive nod. He rolled his knuckle between my cheeks, making me jump. "Excellent," he said. "A bubble butt is perfect for pleasing Daddy."
He pulled my hair roughly, but his touch was soothing. I thought I would never break free of this desperate, hopeless situation. The thought of demanding him to let up was gone, but could that change if he went too far?
"Time for the grand finale," he whispered, pulling me back onto his cock and starting to thrust.
My head was bobbing, my cheeks jiggling, and the head of his dick was gripped tightly between my lips. I could feel his sweat and grime in my saliva. I noticed that my eyes were now teary and swollen.
But he wasn't finished. Pulling my underwear further up, he slipped two fingers between my cheeks and roughly massaged them. The sensation was a paradox of pleasure and pain. When he slid his fingers out, he slapped them on my ass, then went right back in.
Each time his fingers invaded my most vulnerable and private places, I moaned and grunted.
This went on for what felt like an eternity. When it was time for the finale, he breathed out loudly, then thrust harder.
His penis issued a hot, thick stream of sperm on to my face. The wetness mingled with the sweat and stray pubic hairs on his shaft.
"You can swallow it now, baby," he cooed. "It'll show your submission to me."
My jaws clamped down on his thighs as I tried to swallow the manly liquid he issued from his body. Each swallow tasted different - salty, bitter, bitter, and bitter.
I felt like a small, helpless girl who had been subjected to a monster. But was I any less of a woman for it?
Holding his legs tightly, a massive erection loomed in front of me - his enormous hand encircling it and moving rhythmically. I couldn't help but notice that my fingertips had trouble reaching anywhere near it.
As his moans became more frequent, I wondered if I was nearing the end of this ordeal. Was he about to burst? Were we both almost done with this forced encounter?
"Yeah, you little slut. Coming soon. You ready for Daddy's cum?" he panted.
Given my porn-watching experience, I knew this moment would lead to a facial, albeit one I didn't particularly desire. However, I was grateful that he respected my condition and would not make me swallow his semen.
Trying to act submissive, I gazed into his eyes and tenderly nodded with a coy grin.
His expression softened as he matched my smile while hauling his penis. He chuckled, "Use your words, little one. Call me 'Daddy'."
Totally caught off guard, I blurted out, "Yes, Daddy, I'm ready for your big load."
Grabbing my chin tenderly, a finger slipped into my mouth, pulling it downward - an unexpected move. Confused, I tried to resist, but he was too powerful, and I relinquished my defiance. He guided his erection back into my throat.
Aware that my resistance was futile, I sighed in acceptance. "Daddy is in control," I muttered, my body recalling the scene's dynamic - these were his rules.
"That's it, my pet. Take it all, Daddy's gunna fill your belly."
I had reached the peak of my embarrassment as the strands of pubic hair tickled my nostrils and a pride-gulping load bobbed against my lips. My cheeks burned from this inescapable violation. Cum was flooding into my gullet, accompanied by messy grunts from above.
As my whole body whirred into a dim state and my eyesight started fading, sperms began seeping into my system. This traumatic episode was unrelenting. However, I could feel it. The fucking dragon in my throat was nearing its conclusion.
My nose pushed into his abdomen as his penis filled my throat, penetrating so deeply I couldn't resist. He held me tightly against his lower body, granting me just enough leeway to push against his knees - but I realized it was a futile effort. He was unyielding. I yielded. I was summoned back to my spot, back to being the vessel of his pleasure.
"Now, lover. Open up your throat for Daddy. He's gonna fill you with his load."
As if to strain the moment further, his hand gripped my chin and yanked me back onto his cock, thrusting harder into my throat. With his cum sending its commands, I frantically clung to his thighs, awaiting defeat.
"There you go, doll. Take it all in."
I hated the jiggling blowjob - the burning sensation of throbbed bellows was provocation enough. Arduously, I could feel the final moments of this night's humiliation play out. Supporting my weight with a chokehold on his thighs, my cringe instinctively clasped his legs and awaited the inevitable. The head of his tool loomed an inch from my face, so near but physically unreachable.
Clenching his jaws, his mouth emitted a loud grunt, and the last shots of his cum blasted into my throat, each thick shot a parting shot in a battle I lost. Clearing my throat, I tested my throat to ensure I could breathe clearly. Ugh, I tasted his cum one last time before attempting to swallow the last remaining droplets.
As his cock penetrated my throat and deposited the final shots of semen into my gullet, more gasping gargles amounted - no matter how hard I tried to hold it back, his seed expulsions seeped through. Frightened, I consumed as much of his gooey goop as possible, yet it was unsatiable, leaving droplets trickling from my nostrils.
Despite the mess covering my face and the collision of emotions, there was no escaping it: he was utterly in charge. My blush was almost instant as I encountered a jubilant chuckle - I was beholden to Daddy's forceful lovemaking.
My tense hands reached out for a glass of orange juice, ready to relieve my aching throat. It was chilling to see how this man, already away, was near me once again with a warm glass. His eyes exuded care as he handed it to me.
Before lifting the glass to my lips, I heaved. And heaved. A part of me detested my body's delayed reaction. The room sounded full of laughter, and turning beet red, I realized that watching me was his idea of amusement. It disgusts me, but his demand is clear: I must clear over the pooling semen. My eyes met his and the hurt was blatant. First, I sipped the cooling juice - but the taste of cum still lolled in my memories. With a steel grip, I gulped as aggressively as I could, only to barf violently into the glass. The man behind me released a profound belly laugh, cackling at my distress.
I'm too ashamed to even remember if I finished the orange juice. Lost in my embarrassment, I could only imagine the mess I must have appeared as. But as the depth of my humiliation echoed through my bones, I caught sight of a drained, spent "Daddy" as he watched the aftermath of his claimed 'victory' with delight.
My ears rung with removed humiliation and the scent of caution still embedded from that night. It's been ages, but not a day goes by that I don't think about it. And every day I ask myself, "Why didn't I just leave?" But it's too late for second chances. Sadly, love or not, many women still live with the shame of their Daddy's load. It's horrifying how my role in this story became a tale told as a warning to others and how it drags me back into the past. And while his voice grew distant with time, one thing always clings - the misery of my defeat. That intense memory has me in the grip of Daddy's whimsy. So I depart with these words: may you never experience such ignominy. But if you do, I wish you the courage I needed to reclaim your life.
My gaze skipped to the clock in the kitchen, illuminated by the dim light. It said 12:30 a.m. Instruction hit me: I'd greatly misjudged the hour. My stomach twisted as I mentally calculated the time left until my rendezvous with a recruiter. The pressure was on. But then again, since I'd stuck to my end of the bargain, Dad, er, Daddy, was due to fulfill his part of the deal. Soon I'd be able to forget this nightmare once he talked with my landlord about a new employment opportunity. Whoops, Daddy?
Unease surfaced when I couldn't maintain balance on my legs. I tried it again, but this time I crumpled to the couch in front of me. Dizziness took hold, my eyes now struggling to remain open.
Blackness crept into my awareness as I thought of an object landing next to my feet. An unusual sensation ran across my cheek.
"Shhhhh, my dear. You've shown such courage throughout this evening. I, Dad... I mean, Daddy, am extremely proud of you... Things will be fixed when you come to. Afterwards, we'll embark on a more thorough training process for another area..."
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