Chapter 2

But we really did have to leave. I pulled my hardening cock out with a pop. You can suck my splooge out later. Let’s go.” It was a pity to put away a cock in need.

It was a fifteen minute drive to the job site and my wife called while I was driving. She was explaining how the accountant had called and the IRS was charging us a penalty. Pissed I told her what I thought, “Those fuckin’ cocksuckers over at the IRS should drop dead.” Realizing I’d unwittingly said the magic word I pulled my faggot over by his neck and pushed his head down into my lap. Obediently and with no choice he unzipped me and sucked my penis into his sissy mouth. I have to admit it was a thrill to be casually talking to my unwitting wife while my dick was being serviced.

He sucked on my dick for the remainder of my call and until we pulled up to our destination. I pulled him off by his hair, “We’ll finish that later. Let’s teach you some actual plumbing.” He looked so fucking happy.

Just before opening the truck door I confirmed his training, “OK, cumbucket. What’ya do when you hear the word?”

“Drop to my knees with my mouth ready.”

Inside the townhouse I left him in the entryway while I went to do some inspections. At most five minutes later I returned to where I’d left my dick-licker only to find that my foreman Curt had his cock stuffed into the sissy’s gullet.

They didn’t notice me at first until I cleared my throat. Curt jumped, “Sorry boss. I couldn’t help myself. The pansy bent over to look at a slug and when I saw those panties they reminded me of the ones my wife wears. She’s always prancing around the house in only panties and a bra – teasing me and never delivering. I just knew he was a cocksucker. Then we were talking and out of the blue he fell to the floor with his open mouth just begging for my cock.”

Inwardly, I smirked. But this was a spanner in the works. “Carl, finish up and I’ll never say a word to anyone about your what you did, not even your wife.”

At the end of the day my cocksucker and I were back at my garage. “You’re not going to complain, are you?”

“Oh no, I learned more about plumbing today than ever.”

“I meant about the face fucking you’re about to get.”

I saw his eyes glance to my cock, the basement door, and the doorway out to his car. “Um, no Sir. Whatever you say.”

“That’s better. Let’s go.” Resigned, he followed me down to his doom.

After making me wait all day I was feeling like he deserved some revenge. Dutifully he was waiting expectantly for me to speak the word. Then he grew bold, talking out of turn, “Are you gonna keep making me suck Carl, or any other guys?”

Now he’d made me angry, “I never wanted you to suck Carl! That was your idea. Don’t you have any common sense? But now that the cat’s out of the bag do you really think Carl’s going to give up a cocksucker?” I shook my head. “I wasn’t planning to share you.”

When I was done yelling, rather than being sufficiently sheepish, he stood tall. I just knew that inside he was feeling like it was me who was mistreating him. He needed breaking again. But I actually enjoy some fight so I wanted to let him retain enough self respect to keep struggling.

I grabbed his wrists and yanked. Not so hard as to hurt him. I did actually need him to work as an apprentice after all. But hard enough that he fell to the floor in a controlled manner. I dragged his sissy body over the concrete toward my day bed. Then taking the cuff of his pants in my hands I jerked until his yellow panties were the only thing concealing his tiny dick.

He didn’t fight me directly, but he didn’t help me strip him either. In fact, he scrambled back to his knees to regain some semblance of dignity. I left his clothes on the floor even as I folded mine nicely.

When I was naked I straddled his body mashing my balls against his lips. I wasn’t content to only do that so I ground my nuts aggressively on his mouth and face while continuing my forward momentum.

At first he propped himself up with his hands on the floor behind him. A sure sign that he did still have some respect for himself. As I drove on, his head was pushed back against the side of the mattress. I had him right where I wanted him – between a rock and a hard place.

He wasn’t ready for a full on face fucking. But we could pretend to be more violent than the reality would be. Face fucking without resistance wouldn’t be as fun, so breaking him down too much would spoil my blowjob.

“I want you to pull the band of your panties below your sissy testis.” When he didn’t comply fast enough I cock whipped him just once. Enough that he did it. Not enough to crush his spirit.

I goaded him, “What would your wife think of your pansy ass if she could see you right now?” I didn’t actually need an answer, “Or your buddies? Do they know you’re a slut for cock? Should I invite them over to use your mouth when I’m done?” I hoped I could maintain his opposition with these thoughts.

Instinctually his hands came back up to push against my thighs. Now was the time. I pressed the wet tip of my cock against his lips and as expected he kept them pursed tightly shut. With my hand on my big stiff cock I pushed his upper lip North until I could see the white of his teeth. Then I leveraged his lower lip South in the same way. Next I wedged it between both lips leaving a drop of precum on his clenched teeth.

I wanted to re-live our first time so I rubbed the shaft of my cock across his lips. Back and forth, finding hints of saliva and spreading it along the length of my club. When it was wet enough I knew it would glide between his lips smoothly.

I forced the wetted tip back between his lips again, and as before, his teeth blocked my way. There was this thing I always wanted to try. So I pinched his nose shut and waited. He didn’t suddenly gasp giving me my chance to rape his mouth. Instead I noticed he was sneaking breaths in at the corners of his mouth.

The next time he did it I aimed diagonally, stretching his cheek and filling the area between wet flesh and closed teeth. Whether he liked it or not my cockskin was gliding along his inner oral cavity now, leaving my nectar behind.

I pushed in and out a few times wondering how he could withstand what must have been some pretty intense stretching. Then he answered by finally opening up and allowing my cock completely into his mouth. The lesser of two evils no doubt.

His resistance had invigorated me but now I was ready for some serious face fucking. The only question was how much could he handle. I guess it was time to find out.

I wrapped a towel around the back of his neck for leverage and grabbing both ends in my fists I pulled gently and slowly. Two then three inches invaded his mouth with no trouble. Then a fourth inch found the space to be small but he adjusted his position and we could start working on the fifth inch. I was hitting the back of his throat with minimal gagging so I took that as a sign to keep going. The sixth inch of my cock popped past the barrier giving him an involuntary retch but since he controlled it alright I followed up quickly by plunging my final inch into the fag’s neck.

I saw him struggling against his own body this time, doing his best to let my big shaft as far in as I wanted. “I’m proud of you girl. Not everyone can deep throat something this big. Are you doing ok?”

He nodded so I took it to the next level. Really pulling on the towel I crushed his lips tightly against my pubes snaking my manly organ right down the curve of his esophagus as I leaned over the mattress that held his head immobile. I held still, planning to hump against him with ever increasing strength but then he tapped out. Being the merciful feeder that I am I let him pull off for air.

Gasping he cried out, “Not so long, Sir. Please?”

Relenting, I agreed, “OK, I’ll just take a regular headjob without so much gagging. Well, not too much anyway.” By now I was trying to decide where I wanted to cum. The last time, his first, I had cum straight into his stomach. I figured this time I should let him taste it. Imagining my large load jetting and oozing onto his tongue got my blood boiling.

I bent my knees so I was lined up perfectly then built up an ever increasing tempo which would lead to a crescendo of orgasmic bliss. But before I could nut I learned he wasn’t a good enough mouth pussy to manage so much speed.

Slowing down and taking my time I relished the warm wetness instead. I was getting close so I made my expectations clear, “When I cum you’re gonna jerk off and cum too. Then you’ll suckle my softening salami and milk every drop of spoo from it. Lastly, don’t even think of wasting it. You’re gonna swallow every drop even if it leaks out. Understood, cumslut?”

I knew he understood because I felt his body shake when he started masturbating furiously.

I pumped the sissies mouth real good only lapsing into too much depth or too much speed once in a while. When my time came a rolling growl escaped from my lips as I felt buckets of white spunk leaving my spasming nuts and coating the whore’s tongue.

I was coming down on the other side of my climax when her throat vibrated from her own groaning eruption. I felt her hand stroke her clit slower while she was finishing. I thought, “I really am a good cocksman the way all my cocksuckers enjoy themselves.”

Minutes later she had wiped herself clean before I ushered my favorite receptacle out the door, “Be here early tomorrow. Or else!”

So Those are the stories I sent him. Again he told me how much they helped him jerk off. When we finally met for the long awaited blowjob we were ready.

Elam stood before me in the basement. “So, you think you’re man enough to be a plumber?…”

Really, he did an amazing job of re-enacting the story just as I had written it. His acting was far and away better than mine and he was a great cocksman with a fantastic tool who fucked my mouth quite well.

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