Chapter 2

Crouching there I misstepped, one blasted shoelace caught under one shoe and I fell over with a thud. Then regaining my former position, I held onto the shaft as if it were a handrail, and pried my shoes off to avoid any further mishaps.

Loosening one lace, I had an epiphany. So I made a loop of the long string in preparation. Then returning to his cock, I slipped it over the head being careful not to make any contact. Maneuvering the lasso toward the base, I kissed the tip of his cock with thrilled lips, then sucked on just the tip to distract my evil blackmailer. It took all my willpower not to suck it to the root instantly as I moved the tie into position where it encircled both his cock and balls. It was working: he hadn’t pulled out.

Slowly tightening the noose I nursed the end simultaneously. Then when the moment was right I quickly pulled it tight and tied the ends to the doorknob.

He didn’t know what happened. Literally, it didn’t occur to him that he was tied to my door by his package. I sat back watching his cock throb in anticipation of a blowjob as slowly the realization of his predicament dawned on him.

First he tried to recenter himself in the hole. Then he tried to withdraw. At last, aware that he was stuck, he threatened me, “Hey, let me go or your mom’s gonna find out.”

I opened wide, engulfing his cockhead but not touching it. He felt my breath, then relaxed, probably thinking I was going to resume the blowjob. Ever so slowly I bit down, gently at first, pressing only my teeth into his shaft just behind the flange. As the intensity of the bite increased he started complaining again, “Wha, What are you doing? You can’t do that!”

I applied more pressure. Then suddenly his tone shifted, “Hey, please, let me go. I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

I let go with my teeth and sat back again. He pleaded, “I’m sorry. Just let me outta here and I’ll never bother you again. Please, I mean it.”

I looked at his shrinking dick, but then worried he could get free when it was flaccid. Quickly, I swallowed about four inches of seemingly repentant penis, sucking enthusiastically to bring it to life.

Not wanting to, but needing to, I pulled off of the first cock I’d ever sucked, “How do I know you’ll never bother me again?”

“I won’t. I just want out of here.”

I thought about it, “Put your drivers license through the slot.”

“What? No, I can’t do that.”

“Fine, have it your way.” I started to turn the knob. “I’m gonna go out to the store. I wonder what’ll happen when I slam this door.”

A minute later a stiff laminated ID clattered to the floor. Picking it up I held it right next to his dick. Without him knowing, I took out my phone and started a video, “Repeat after me, ‘I, Stu Wilkes, promise never to blackmail anyone ever again.’ “

He repeated the words diligently. Then I added, “and I really need you to keep sucking my gay dick.” Sounding somewhat relieved, he repeated these words too.

I licked his thrilled cock once from base to head. If smiles were firecrackers I would have heard the Fourth of July show through the door.

I licked his cock a few times for good measure. Then sealed the deal, “Stu, you haven’t been very nice to me, or for that matter, to a lot of other guys too…” I gave the head a big slurp. “In fact, what you deserve is for me to call the police and have them come over to find my mailman with his dick stuck in my door…”

“No, no, anything. I’ll do anything.”

I inhaled the scent of his balls, then sucked one briefly just a little too roughly, “And you were right about me wanting to suck cocks. Yours is my first. I think I’m gonna finish. Do you have any objections to feeding me your cum?”

“Uh, no. No complaints. But maybe you would like it better without the restraints. Untie me and, and you can suck me all you want.”

“How many guys have you blackmailed?” Still filming, I sucked one ball into my mouth, then pulled until I was sure it would hurt.

“Six! I’ve done this to six guys. Now stop, You’re gonna hurt me.”

“And you know where they all live? You’ve threatened to expose them all to bosses, or mothers, or wives?” I sucked his other ball into my mouth, threatening it as well.

“Yea, that’s right, mostly wives. But no more. Never again.”

“I’m gonna need assurances. Tell me all their names and addresses so I can confirm from each one that you’ve stopped.” I bit the head again, but also sucked it.

“You have five minutes to email a list to me or the dick pays the price.” I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed.

Three minutes later my phone dinged, proving to me that he already knew my email address and therefore had been planning this.

“There’s one more thing Stu.”

“What’s that? I’ll do it.”

I want you to know that I have your email address too. That I took a video of your license and your dick, and your confession. And that I’ll tell every vengeful person on that list where you live unless you give me what I want.

The silence was desperate for a long while until in dejected tones he surrendered for real, “Yes. You can have whatever you want.”

“Good. What I want first is for you to feed me your cum right now and every Saturday from now on. Right through this slot. Oh, and bring me a doormat.”

He seemed of two minds, “Yes, yes, of course. I will, you can.”

I licked his cock all over, wetting it completely. Then I sucked and bobbed, and enjoyed it thoroughly. Being stuck in the slot in the door I don’t think he ever fully relaxed and I don’t think he enjoyed it as much as he could have.

In contrast, I enjoyed it immensely. A throbbing cock was in my dirty mouth. It was leaking and it was going to release its cum for me.

I slurped loudly, and nibbled, and kissed, and did all the things I’d wanted to do for years. When I could no longer shift from knees to crouching to avoid the discomfort, I sucked hard with serious intent.

With my cheeks caved in from sucking so hard and my tongue tired from swathing this wonderful cock so many times I finally felt it approaching orgasm.

Then I stopped.”Hey! You can’t stop now. I’m about to cum.” I edged him with my hand.

“Well, Stu. Have you ever thought about sucking a cock?”

“What me? But I’m not gay. Never!”

Well, Stu, I’m gonna finish sucking your dick. But with all the video I’ve got, you could go to jail, or just get beat up. So Stu, you’re gonna either suck some cocks or pay with cash. That’s the deal you gave us, right?”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll pay.”

“We’ll talk anout that after I get your cum.” Then I stopped edging and started sucking again.

It swelled up bigger, extending like another inch into my mouth, then it expanded too, getting wedged in my slot much more firmly. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be free until after he fed me. Yet, I still enjoyed being able to tug on the shoelace periodically.

When my moment arrived it jerked and spit and delivered a nasty load of goo onto my waiting tongue. I pulled off, swishing it around, memorizing its essence. At last, I swallowed some cum, relishing how it slid down my throat.

Untied, Stu left urgently, but not before confirming that he would be back Saturday or else.

I contacted everyone on the list and they were all greatly relieved to be free.

Two weeks later I was kneeling on my new cushy doormat sucking a beautiful cock through my new, larger, mailslot. It was a Monday evening and this was the time I’d arranged with one of the guys from Stu’s list. In fact, I’d arranged times with several of the guys, so I could enjoy my new hobby. I even asked them not to shower so I could indulge what is appatently an odor fetish.

Meanwhile, Stu was my very own delivery boy who would scout out and politely invite new feeders to my door.

I had one more thing too: Stu took over at my hole sucking the unwashed cocks of the men he formerly blackmailed whenever I was in the mood to dwell on boobjobs or hot feminine lips.