Chapter 3

With my tongue flattened and my jaw forced apart he told me he was going to keep going but I couldn’t fathom how that was possible. Furthermore, with all that hard cock stuffed into me he kept giving orders like, “No teeth.” “Tighten your lips.” And “Make it wetter.”

Eventually the whole shaft was wet. Clay tilted my head so I was looking up at his stern face, “It’s going all the way now. Throw up on me and I’ll make sure Poppy sees you like this.”

Setting aside that I’d never considered that I might vomit, the greatest fear would be being found out. My eyes darted around the room looking for a camera or any hint that somehow she was in the room. I needed assurance that he wasn’t filming this but by then he was already pulling on my head with an ever more urgent grip.

He pulled my head one way and pushed his hips the other with obvious results. Additionally, I felt my lip split, there was a strange click in my jaw, and then the crown hit the back of my mouth like an orange being pushed into a soda bottle.

My diagram spasmed but I suppressed it valiantly. My throat fought back several times as Clay’s cock bent from the resistance. And then there was this moment when it opened up permitting Clay to insert the rest of his beast. It felt like forever for him to go the rest of the way but he did.

He tilted my head to have me gaze up at him again, making me feel his flesh curve to match my throat. With watering eyes I looked into my dominator’s powerful countenance. His balls were crushed on my chin. Some stubble brushed my lips. And I felt random contractions as his cock throbbed in my throat. “You did it! I didn’t lie when I said you could.” Then with condescension, he patted me on the head.

Clay re-positioned me for easy withdrawal and re-entry as I waited for the assault. “You should feel proud, Tad. Not everyone can do it the first time. In fact, I let the women build up to it – unless they’re sluts. But you didn’t need any practice. Born for impalement! Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?”

My only choice was to shake my head or nod. I chose the latter. “I’m so happy for you, Tad. So? Was I too rough? Because I figured you were man enough to handle it?”

He WAS too rough so I nodded. He started talking slower, drawing out his words, “I’m sorry, Tad. Did you mean it was too rough or you were able to handle it?” Meanwhile the log was still all the way down my gullet and I couldn’t breath.

“Oops! I did it again. Which one was it? Was I too rough?” I nodded vigorously. “Or were you man enough?” I had to admit that I was man enough.

He took his time on purpose, “So your answer is both?” I nodded again. “Why didn’t you just say so? Cat got your tongue?”

Clay brushed my cheek in mock tenderness, “Tad? Is there something bothering you? Because if this isn’t everything you hoped for…?”

I felt light headed and started nodding emphatically. Finally he let go of my head and yanked the whole thing out.

Gasping and with my chest heaving I sucked in great breaths of air. When I barely regained half my composure he asked, “Are you ready for this to be over? Then open wide.”

He made the round trip three or four times when he stopped again fully inserted. My lungs were empty. And as I struggled for consciousness he started a casual musing thought, “Suppose the innocent Poppy were in your place right now. She’s never sucked your dick, right?” I shook “no” earnestly. “Has she sucked any other little dicks?” I shook my head desperately. “How do you know? Maybe she’s sucked a really big gigantic cock?” I was stunned by the inference: too shook up even to answer.

“You know, Tad, if she were here, on her hands and knees just like you are now, should I be rough with her, like a slut? Or should I feed her my cock with all tenderness, letting her get used to it?” I couldn’t nod or shake my head as both answers were too horrible.

“If she’s a slut I would plow in and out, fast, like this.” Clay pumped my mouth fast for several strokes. “But if she’s a lady, then I would ease into her body slowly and gently.” He slid in and out of my mouth just like he indicated.

Dizzy, I started to slump. “Of course I could always fuck her pussy. I’ve done that before. Fucked a pussy. And if I dropped my load deep in her pussy…” I fell on my side allowing his cock to fall out of my mouth.

I could breathe again and I could attend to his words with a little more clarity, “I saw her come home with some baby stuff the other day, didn’t I? Sounds like the happy couple is trying.” He let that hang there for a moment before pulling me back up onto my knees.

Not waiting for me to be ready he jammed his fat cock back into my mouth again, “If she were in your place I could cum in her virgin mouth or flip her over to fill her pussy with my seed.” He was fucking my mouth with a steady rhythm now. “But she’s not here and I’ve got you right now taking her place. Should I cum in your mouth or flip you over?”

The mere thought of his seminal fluid in my darling’s pussy filled me with dread. I’m sure my words were ninety-nine percent incoherent but I answered without hope, “Cum in my mouth!”

He almost growled, “Jerk yourself off and I’ll cum in your mouth.” Pistoning my lips and pulling on my hair he fucked my face while incredibly I beat my rock hard dick as fast as I could.

With a loud grunt sure to wake the neighbors he thrust hard, jetting a stream of goo directly down my neck. However, before that stream ended he pulled back letting the last of it drip onto my tongue. Next, he plowed his cock through the first puddle of slime pushing the nasty gunk into my throat only to deliver a second shot. Repeating the vile action several more times he managed to drop each and every bitter tasting spurt both down my throat and onto my tongue.

After the last squirt he stayed real still inside of me for a few moments, leaking slippery pools of juice but giving me false comfort that his orgasm and my ordeal were over. His shaking and grunting trailed off to a few stifled groans until finally, with a slap of his palm on my forehead, he pushed me off his spent cock just as I was having a toe curling orgasm. With the taste of his jiz in my mouth I fell onto my back and wasted my own sperm which I was supposed to be saving for Poppy. The craziest thing was that I loved the gushy feeling of man cream in my mouth as I spewed my own load onto my belly.

I felt exhausted both physically and emotionally. But he had one last nasty trick up his sleeve. Milking his softening cock from base to tip Clay produced some final remnants which he delighted in smearing on my lips, up my nostrils, and in my eyes.

I rolled over then sat up grabbing a nearby blanket to clean the sticky goo off my face. Then I stood up to regain some dignity, “There! I did it. Now that you’ve had your way you can leave us be.”

He clapped me on the back jovially, “You were fine for a beginner, Tad. Really, you should be proud. Thanks for showing me a good time.” I somehow craved his approval, and yet I was just glad it was over.

His hand directed me toward the door as I collected my clothes. “You leave for work around eight tomorrow morning, right? And Poppie’s between jobs?” A jolt of fear overtook me. He wouldn’t!

“My cock gets horny again in twelve hours like clockwork. Be here at seven AM so I don’t have to suffer waiting for relief.”

“But we had a deal.”

He shook his head slowly, “I don’t know what you mean. But if you intend to keep me drained perpetually then I accept. You know you’re a lot more fun than any of my regulars. And now that you’ve proved you’re a strong capable man I can take it easy on you.” With one hand on the small of my back he escorted me out, “Oh, Tad, wear a pair of Poppie’s panties. The pink ones.”

I dressed quickly in the hallway hoping no doors chose that moment to open while realizing that I wasn’t just a man who’d sucked a cock but that I was now an actual and apparently permanent cocksucker.

Some time ago I read a series of stories in which the main antagonist was named Clay or maybe Seth and he took advantage of a young married man. I based this story on what little memory I have of those stories. I used to read them a lot – but then they just disappeared. If anyone knows more about those stories or could share a link please do.

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