Cuffed

"Jessica has invited us over for dinner on Saturday night. Can we go?" Linda asked.

"I don't see why not. I think that would be great. Let's do it!" We had recently moved to this city, and in the three months we'd been here, it had been hard to make new friends. Now Linda had gotten to know someone through her tennis club, and the two of them were clearly hitting it off. I looked forward to meeting Jessica and her husband Rick as well.

When the night arrived, we drove out their place in the suburbs. Jessica greeted us at the door. She was shorter than Linda and I (we're both 5'7") with curly brown hair and an appealingly curvy figure. She hugged Linda and I both. "I'm so glad you could come. Here, come on in and meet Rick. Let me take your coats."

She ushered us into the dining room where Rick was just setting the table. I was taken aback for a second, because Rick was quite an imposing figure, well over six feet tall and very broad shouldered. You could tell this was a guy who spent a lot of time at the gym. He smiled and walked over to shake my hand. "Brian, Linda, it's so nice to meet you both. Jess has been looking forward to having you over all week. Can I get you a beer, Brian?"

Dinner was excellent. Brian and Linda had worked together to prepare a delicious meal, and the conversation was equally good. Jessica had a dry wit, and a kind of devil-may-care spirit where you were never quite prepared for what might come out of her mouth next. I could see why Linda enjoyed her company so much. For his part, Brian clearly had brains to match his size. He was intelligent, articulate and considerate, and we soon discovered that we had a shared passion for Japanese anime. Like a lot of big guys I had known, he projected a kind of calm, quiet confidence that comes from never having had to bow to anyone. Both of them did a great job of making us feel at ease and welcome, and we were soon chatting and laughing as if we had known each other for years. After being somewhat friendless for the past few months, it felt great to be making social connections, and I hoped that this dinner would be just the start of a continuing friendship, not just for Linda and Jessica but perhaps for all four of us.

After dinner, we continued to sit around the table chatting. Then Jessica got a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why don't... we all go for a soak in the hot tub? Would you like to? It's such a great way to relax."

"We'd love to," I said, "but we didn't bring bathing suits."

Jessica laughed. "You don't need them. We never wear them anyway. Is that ok? Trust me, once you're in the water, nobody can see you below your neck anyway. What do you say?"

I glanced at Linda. She met my eye and shrugged. "Sure, why not? I'm game." Linda has always had an open mind and a more adventurous spirit than me.

Jessica turned to me. "Brian, are you in?"

I laughed, "If Linda is up for it, I won't say no. A soak in the tub sounds lovely." I admit, it seemed a bit bold to be going for a naked soak with a couple we had only just met, but the whole evening had been so enjoyable so far, I would have hated to put a damper on it by refusing an offer like that. And I confess to having a bit of curiosity about what Jessica's curvy body might look like underneath that print dress.

Rick led us out to the deck while Jessica went to fetch some towels for us all. "You can undress here and just leave your clothes on the deck table," he said. "Don't worry, our yard is very private. Nobody's going to see us over that hedge."

Linda was already unbuttoning her blouse. Not to be the rotten egg, I hurried to pull off my golf shirt and started pulling off my socks. It was a warm night, but once I was naked, the slight breeze made me very conscious of my sudden nakedness. I looked over at Linda who had already peeled off her panties and was just undoing her bra, her only remaining article of clothing. Then I glanced at Rick. He had his back to me, and was just stepping out of his boxers. I could tell before that he was quite muscular, but his broad back and narrow waist spoke of a lot of hard effort at the gym. You don't typically see that kind of definition on a man in his thirties. I was proud of how well I had stayed in shape over the years, but I had more of a lithe runner's physique, and but certainly not the kind of bulk that Rick had now revealed.

Then he turned to face us and I nearly gaped. His front was as ripped as his back, with well-defined pecs and abs, but that isn't what took me so off guard. Between Rick's legs hung the kind of cock you only see in porn, and even rarely at that. Even limp, it hung halfway down to his knees, and Rick was a tall man. His pubic hair was all shaved, in fact, he was pretty much devoid of body hair in the way that a lot of body builders are, and that made the size of his cock all the more conspicuous. It took me a few moments to realize I was staring. I looked away, and desperate to fix my eyes on something else, I looked at Linda.

She seemed completely unfazed, as if she hadn't noticed... but how could she not? If she was surprised, she was hiding it well. I resolved to do the same. But already my mind was questioning if I had really seen what I thought I had, and I had to look again. Rick was just folding his shirt and pants into a neat pile on a deck chair, so I hoped he wouldn't notice me taking another look. Sure enough, there was that prodigious cock, swaying slightly with his movement. How long must that thing be? It had to be at least 8 inches, but it could have been more. I couldn't help but wonder how much bigger it would get if it were hard. I'd only meant to take a quick, covert glance, but now I was full on staring again.

Jessica arrived in time to save me before Rick noticed. "Here are your towels. Bring them with you, it's good to be able to dry off before you walk back across the lawn." She and Rick stepped off the deck and led the way to the hot tub at the back of the yard. Even from behind, I could see Rick's long cock swinging between his legs as he walked. For her part, I also noticed that Jessica had a nice round ass, but I had to admit I still preferred my own wife's slender frame, narrow hips and firm buttocks. However, Jessica's breasts looked like a hefty handful. Like Rick, she didn't seem to be at all self-conscious about being naked.

Rick and Jessica lifted the cover off the hot tub and we all climbed in. Linda and I found a comfortable place to sit next to each other, and Jessica hit a button to start the water jets. As Jessica had said, once we were in the tub, we were basically concealed again from the neck down, though in her case her buoyant breasts were showing their tops a little bit and bobbing pleasantly in the turbulence.

Conversation resumed and soon we were all chatting together happily. I could tell that Linda and Jessica really got along well, and even though they had only known each other for a couple weeks, I could already see that their senses of humour were starting to click and play off each other. I felt happy for her that she had finally found a new friend here. Rick and I chatted as well, but we were really still at the earliest stages of getting to know each other.

The whole time, though, part of my mind kept returning to what I had seen. What was it like to have a cock like that? How long was it, and if it looked that big limp, how long was it hard. How did Jessica handle a cock that big? Could she fit it all in her pussy? Could she fit it in her mouth? Unbidden, my mind just wouldn't leave the subject alone, no matter how much I tried to focus on the conversation.

After a while, Jessica moved up to a higher seat so she could cool off. I now got a full view of her breasts, which were large and full. While I found them appealing, I recognized that I still found my own wife's small breasts more attractive. Linda has a slender, athletic form, and though lacking curves, it was wonderful how even in her 30s, her A-cup breasts had stayed high and firm and her stomach had stayed flat. I got a good look at her firm figure now as Linda also lifted up out of the water to sit on the rim of the tub and cool off. But even with two lovely naked ladies on display in front of me, my mind returned again to the image of Rick's impressive cock.

As if on cue, Rick chose that moment to cool off himself. He stood up and sat on the rim of the tub across from me. I made a conscious effort not to glance at his cock... but a few seconds later I did anyway. It was still hanging long and limp between his legs, so that even though he was sitting on the rim of the tub, a good four inches above the water level, his cock hung down so that the remainder of its length was still submerged in the water. Immediately, my mind began to wonder what that felt like, to have the cock of his shaft in the cool air, while the head was still immersed in the hot water. Was there just the head of his cock under the water, or was there another inch or two of shaft hidden below the water.

"Brian?" Linda's voice startled me as I realized I was unaware of how long I had been staring at Rick's cock. I looked up at her, hoping no one else had noticed where my eyes had lingered.

"What?" I asked, hoping I sounded casual.

"Aren't you hot? Come out of the water and cool off a bit. It feels nice."

In fact, I realized that I was quite hot, and my face and forehead had broken a sweat. But as soon as I stirred to rise out of the tub and join her on the rim, I realized I couldn't. Below the water, I had a raging hard-on. Was it because of Rick's cock? I pushed the thought out of my mind. I wasn't gay. It was probably just because of having two lovely naked ladies around me, and the soothing sensation of the hot tub. In any case, there was no way I was getting out of the water with an erection like that. Rick and Jessica might be casual about a bit of nudity, but displaying a hard-on would be a whole different level of awkward.

I shook my head. "No, I'm good. The water is nice, actually, and a good sweat feels kind of cleansing. Maybe I'll cool off later."

Jessica teased me. "Oh Brian, you're just shy. It's ok, no one can see us back here."

I laughed it off. "No really, the water is relaxing. I feel like I needed something like this after a hard week, so thanks again for having us over and especially for this soak in your tub." I looked up at Linda. "Actually, we should think about getting one of these. What do you think?" I was hoping to change the subject, but also distract myself from the urge to look at Rick's impressive cock, which was still on such open display directly across from me.

Linda thought about it for a moment. "That would be nice, yeah. But our back yard isn't nearly as private as Jessica's... we'd definitely have to wear bathing suits, at least till we got into the water. But yeah, we should think about that, if you really want one."

"Would you like me to turn the jets back on for you?" Jessica asked.

"Yes please!" In truth, I was sweltering, and the jets would probably just make it worse, but I hoped the turbulent water would hide my erection better until it hopefully subsided.

The conversation moved on to other topics. I tried to follow along and participate, but the hot water, combined with the beers I had had during dinner, was making me a bit light-headed. I wasn't even aware of when my gaze wandered back to Rick's cock.

The turbulence of the water was foaming around Rick's calves, and the water's motion was making his dangling cock move in lazy circles, like a stir stick idly stirring coffee. The motion was utterly mesmerizing. I thought I should look away, but for some reason, I still didn't.

I don't know how long I sat like that, watching his cock move with the water's current; I hope it wasn't long. But the spell was eventually broken when I realized Jessica was talking to me. I snapped my gaze to her face and desperately hoped she hadn't noticed I had been staring at her husbands cock like a man entranced.

"Sorry, what?"

"Haha, no, I'm sorry," she laughed. "I think you zoned out there. The water really is soothing, isn't it?"

"It really is. But you were saying?"

"I was just asking what you thought."

"Um, about what?"

She laughed again. "About the doubles tournament that we were just talking about. Do you think Linda and I should give it a shot?"

Oh, tennis. "Well, Linda might not have been playing long, but she's good at literally everything she takes an interest in. You might do better than you expect, and even if you don't win, you'll probably have fun and get some good experience." I looked at Linda, who was now back in the water beside me. "You should go for it, I think the two of you would have a lot of fun with it."

From there, the conversation continued with Linda and Jessica mostly talking about the doubles tournament, the preparations they would need to make, and when they could arrange to practice together. I made a firm resolution not to look at Rick's cock again. I diligently just fixed my gaze on the face of whoever was speaking, and moving it to the next speaker as the conversation flowed. I was rebuking myself for having stared at Rick's cock. Even though it was larger than any I had ever seen before, I wasn't gay and I wasn't turned on by cocks. More importantly, Linda and I were just making some new friends, finally, and the last thing I wanted to was screw that up by getting caught staring at someone's privates and making an enjoyable visit suddenly awkward. Fortunately, Rick soon sat back down into the water and the temptation to steal another glimpse was removed.

After a while, Linda lifted up out of the water again to cool off on the rim. She patted me on the shoulder. "What do you think, mister. Have you had enough hot tub? Do you think it's time we headed home?"

I had no idea what time it was, but I guessed it was approaching midnight, if not past. We had probably stayed as long as we should.

Jessica politely begged us to stay a little longer, as social forms required, and we insisted that we really shouldn't stay out too late. But Linda agreed that we would certainly love to come visit again sometime, or have them over to our own place. "Let's wait until you have a hot tub of your own," Jessica joked. "The next dinner, and the next, can be here again until then."

Rick stood up out of the water at that moment and reached for his towel. Water ran down his body and legs and dripped off his manhood. I realized with a start that I had looked at it again, in spite of my determination not to, and quickly looked away.

I started to rise as well, then realized that either I still had an erection, or I had one again. Damn it! But there was nothing for it now. I just turned my back as I stood to conceal it, and quickly wrapped my towel around my waist as I stepped out of the tub.

We dried off on the deck and put on our clothes. I was helpless not to notice the way Rick's long cock flopped around as he dried himself off and pulled his boxers back on.

On the drive back home, Linda and I talked about the visit and how much we enjoyed it. I told her I thought they were both really nice people, and interesting, and I was so happy for her that she had finally got to know someone here. I had a feeling that she and Jessica were going to become lasting friends.

"And what about you and Rick? Do you think the two of you could become friends?"

I shrugged. "I'm only just getting to know him, and you know I'm a bit introverted. But he's a nice guy, and smart, and it's cool that we have some interests in common. I definitely would look forward to getting together with both of them again, even if Rick and I don't become best friends."

"Were you nervous?"

"About what?"

"Going in the hot tub with them. Getting naked. Were you okay with that?"

"Oh yeah, that was fine." Part of me really wanted to mention Rick's cock. Had she not seen it? It seemed like the elephant's trunk in the room.

"Good... you know I'm comfortable with stuff like that, but I hoped I hadn't dragged you along with something you weren't totally ready for."

I patted her thigh next to me as I drove. "No, it was good, I think they both made us feel very much at ease and it wasn't awkward at all." Well, maybe a bit awkward for me as I struggled to keep my eyes off Rick's astonishing package, but I wasn't going to mention that. "And you know, we really should think about getting a hot tub of our own."

I slept deeply that night. When I woke the next morning, I found that Linda had already got up. And then I remembered Rick's cock, and the mental image of it's limp length swaying between his legs. I shook my head, kind of surprised-yet-not-surprised that the first thought through my head upon waking was of another man's cock. But I supposed it just wasn't the sort of thing one saw every day.

I got out of bed and awkwardly stuffed my morning-wood hard-on into a pair of boxers and some sweat pants. I met Linda down in the kitchen. She was beaming.

"I just got off the phone with Jess. She wants to go shopping this afternoon. I need new tennis shoes and she has a few things she wants to look for as well."

"Oh that's cool. Sounds like our visit went over well, then."

"It definitely does, because Jess said Rick was inviting you to come over and hang out this afternoon as well."

I sighed. "Uh, that's nice, but I really had other plans for today."

Linda stepped closer and stroked my chest. "Please, honey, you should go. We're just making some nice friends for the first time since leaving Boston, and I really don't want to screw this up. You should take him up on the invite. It would be good for the two of you to get to know each other better too."

She was right. And I thought, it would be good to spend some time around him again with our clothes on, without the awkward distraction of his oversized cock.

When I got to Rick and Jessica's house, the first thing Rick did was hand me a towel and say, "Let's hit the tub. It's a great day for it." I had little choice but to agree. We stripped on the deck, and his cock was no less shocking in the light of day. Then he led the way across the backyard, naked, carrying his towel and a six-pack of cans. Thankfully, once we sank into the water, his cock was out of sight and I could have a normal conversation.

To be fair, it honestly did feel nice to enjoy a beer out in the hot tub. Rick was interesting to talk to, and showed sincere interest as he asked questions about my consulting business and other topics. He himself was a career counsellor and had some interesting stories to tell about that. But after we had been in the tub a while and started to get too hot, Rick got out of the water and sat on the rim of the tub to cool off. And just like the night before, his cock hung down so far that the head was submerged in the water.

I couldn't let myself get distracted again. I took another swig of my beer, leaned my head back against the rim of the tub and closed my eyes. As if I were just relaxing further and enjoying the soak. But below the water, I could feel my own penis getting hard, and this time I couldn't blame it on Linda and Jessica's naked presence. It was Rick and his damn distracting cock. I tried to think about Linda and Jessica and how their shopping might be going. How did Linda handle a cock that big, anyway?

The hot tub jets started up again and the water started swirling around me. Rick must have hit the button for the jets again. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. There was Rick's cock again, doing that same gentle movement as the current swirled around its. Just gentle, circular motions, like a big fat wooden spoon idly stirring a pot. Rick shifted his weight and his knees opened a little wider. I jerked my head back to look at the sky, and tried to think of something to talk about.

"Linda and I talked, and we both really like the idea of getting a hot tub of our own. Where did you get yours?" Rick proceeded to answer my questions and offer a few tips for picking out a good model. Eventually he got back into the water, and I didn't have to work so damn hard to keep from staring at his cock.

We'd probably been in the tub for about an hour when Rick announced, "Well, I'm starting to cook, so let's just relax in the yard for a while. Sound good?" Without waiting for my response, he rose out of the water and started stepping out of the tub. Grateful that he had his back to me, I got out of the water and wrapped my towel around my waist to hide my half erect penis. I followed Rick to a pair of facing lounge chairs in the middle of the yard. Rick spread his towel on one of the lounge chairs and stretched out on it, not bothering to go back to the deck for his clothes. Apparently we were going to stay naked. I briefly thought about getting my shorts anyway, but thought better of it... it would just highlight Rick's nakedness even more if I put on clothes. I used my towel to dry off and then took the other lounge chair facing Rick.

We continued to talk about this and that, mostly nerdy stuff like manga we had both read, and our thoughts on the latest Marvel movies. I continued to work on keeping my eyes off Rick and the long cock stretched out in a straight line between his legs.

But my resolution was shattered a few minutes later, when Rick shifted and scratched his balls. The motion lifted his cock, and when he was done giving his shaved balls a few scratches, his limp cock was now left draped across his right thigh. It hung down so far that I swear there was only two inches between the head and the slats of the lounge chair. No, less than that, maybe an inch and a half. Once again, I wondered how much longer it got when hard.

"What are you staring at?"

I snapped out of my reverie with a start. "What?" I tore my eyes off his cock and tried to look him in the eye, then looked away self-consciously. My face felt hot.

"I asked, what are you staring at?"

"Nothing," I said, "Why do you ask?" I don't think I sounded very convincing. I knew I'd been caught.

Rick got up out his lounge chair and walked toward me. I tried to look anywhere but at him and his prodigious cock. He kept walking until he was right next to me, his cock hanging just a few inches from my face. I looked up at him, then realized I had to look past his cock to look at his face. Almost against my will, my eyes focused on his cock instead of his face. I'd never expected to see it up so close.

"My cock," he said. "You've done nothing but stare at my cock since last night. Does it fascinate you?"

I looked away at the hedge on the far side of the yard and tried to keep my eyes fixed there. "No... I mean, yeah, it's very impressive. I've just never seen one that big before. Your wife is a lucky woman. I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable."

"You don't make me uncomfortable. You can stare at it all you want. The whole reason I invited you over here today was to give you another opportunity to stare at it some more."

I looked up at him in surprise, and once again found my eyes drawn irresistibly to the large cock hanging there. I didn't know what to say. "I... I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You can stare at it all you want." And I was. I really couldn't look away. I stared at his cock, hanging there in front of me like a heavy piece of rope, and I could feel my heart racing. The silence began to stretch out uncomfortably, but I could do nothing but stare. I had no idea how to navigate this situation.

I'm not sure how long that lasted... probably only seconds, but it felt like minutes. Then his next words startled me. "You can touch it if you like."

"Wha... what?"

"I said you should touch it."

I found my hand reaching up of its own accord. I lightly touched a fingertip to the shaft and slid it down a few inches, but stopped short of the bulbous head. It felt soft and warm, like skin of course, but there was something electric about touching another man's penis. I had never done that before, nor ever thought about it or wanted to. My stomach did flip flops. I pulled my hand back and tried to look away, but seconds later my gaze was again fixed on his hanging cock.

He took a step back, and I thought I might have offended him. But he said softly, "Get out of that chair."

I got out of the chair and stood up. I found myself standing in front of him, uncomfortably close. Our height difference was more apparent than ever as he seemed to tower over me. I looked at his chest, then at his face. I was utterly tongue-tied.

"You're hard as a rock," Rick said. I looked down and saw that it was true. I thought I felt nervous and scared, not aroused, but it seemed my penis had a different view of the situation. And looking down, I couldn't help but see his cock again and found myself once again mesmerized by it. Then I felt Rick's hands on my shoulders, pushing gently, then firmly downward.

My legs didn't so much bend as buckle, and I dropped to my knees on the grass, his limp cock now directly in front of my face. The root was about level with my forehead and the head hung down lower than my chin. My mind raced... was he going to make me give him a blowjob? How did I feel about that? Was I terrified, or aroused? Why didn't I just get up off my knees and leave? I stayed there, staring helplessly at his cock.

"You can take hold of it." I didn't move. He spoke again, more firmly. "Take my cock in your hand, Brian."

I watched my hand come up and wrap around his cock. It felt warm and soft, yet firm at the same time. I realized I was shaking.

"Rub my cock on your face." I looked up at him in alarm. "Do it," he commanded. I felt the warm spongy skin on my cheek as my hand brought the head of his cock up to my face, and then started to move it around, across my nose to the other cheek, then up across my forehead, down my cheek, under my chin, then back across my lips. Why did I rub it across my lips? But I felt a surge of naughty pleasure as I did so.

"Kiss the head," he said. I brought the head to my lips again and gave it a light kiss. I felt a drop of precum stick to my bottom lip. "Lick it," he commanded. I stuck out my tongue and gave a brief lick down his shaft. It tasted like skin, but this is a man's cock, my mind screamed.

"Open your mouth," he said, and I knew what he was going to ask next. I had to get off this crazy train.

I looked up at his face. "I'm not..." I stammered, "I don't want--"

He grabbed my arm and jerked me to my feet, then spun me around. He pushed me forward and I grabbed the arm of the lounge chair so I didn't go stumbling over it. Then I felt a stinging blow as his hand struck my bare ass. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he wrapped one arm around my waist as he rained blow after blow on exposed butt-cheeks. I struggled and tried to get away, but he was too powerful. My ass stung and I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes. Finally I found my voice. "Stop! Stop, please!"

I felt him spank my ass three or four more times, then he spun me back around to face him. I dropped to my knees again, breathless and confused. My face burned with shame and my ass burned even harder. But I realized my penis was still hard as a rock. I had no idea what to say or do. I wanted to leave, but I didn't dare to move.

"Don't disrespect me again. When I tell you to do something, you do it, understood."

I nodded without looking up. My eyes were just focused on his cock. "Yes."

"Yes what?" he demanded. I knew what he wanted.

"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

"Take my cock and rub it on your face again." I took it in my hand and rubbed it across my face, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips. Somehow, inside, I felt relieved. Getting spanked by Rick was painful and utterly humiliating, but this was somehow pleasure by comparison. The head of his cock felt warm and spongy against my face.

"Kiss the head." I gave his head a gentle kiss, then pulled back a little. "Kiss it harder." I kissed it harder, and felt the head push through my lips a little. With my hand on the shaft of his cock, I could tell he was starting to get hard. I kept my lips pressed against the head of his cock. "Lick it," he ordered. I gave the head a lick from the underside to the top, then back down. "Keep licking it." I did. I licked all around the head of his cock, which was growing larger and harder. I licked around the rim of the mushroom head, then the first few inches of his shaft down to where my hand held it, then back up and around the head. I tasted a salty drop of precum as I licked across the tiny opening, and it gave me another electric thrill that I had not expected.

Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice was screaming, what are you doing? You're licking a man's cock! You're not gay. But I was caught up in what I was doing now, too far outside of my comfort zone to know what to do or how to change course. It was easier just to do what Rick told me, but somewhere inside me a new desire was rising, growing from a seed that was planted the first time I gaped at his huge cock.

His huge cock that was now all over my face and tongue. I continued to lick and kiss it, bathing it with my tongue. It was mostly hard now. I realized I was no longer shaking.

"Let go of my cock." I let go, and felt a surge of panic. Had I done something wrong? Was he going to make me stop? I realized with a slight shock that I didn't want to stop, not anymore.

"Hands by your sides." I dropped my hands to hang by my sides. His hardening cock hovered in front of my face. "Open your mouth." I felt a surge of relief. I hadn't done anything wrong. I opened my mouth, knowing full well what was coming next.

He aimed his cock head at my mouth, and moved forward. I was careful to keep my teeth away from it as the head grazed my open lips and slid into my mouth. I felt the spongy skin on my tongue and the warmth of his shaft. He pushed in about three inches, until my mouth was comfortably filled with his cock. I tried not to move.

"Now suck," he commanded. I clamped my lips around his shaft and sucked gently at first, then harder. The realization that I was sucking his cock was electrifying, and I felt my own penis throbbing. I wanted to grab it and stroke it, but I held back.

I slid my tongue around his cock head and sucked on the shaft. I tried to suck in a little bit more, getting maybe another inch into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Then I pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and I could lavish it with my tongue. I began to alternate taking it deep, then pulling back to worship the head. I heard him moan with pleasure, and I felt a surge of pride and even greater arousal. Whatever I had thought or felt before, now I wanted to suck his cock, was loving sucking his cock. I wanted to keep going and please him as much as possible, experience as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I bobbed faster and tried to find new ways to tickle the shaft with my tongue.

I felt Rick's hand rest on the top of my head. "That's right. Suck my cock. You're a cocksucker now. You wanted to suck my cock from the first moment you saw it, you just didn't know it. All you needed was a little push." I gave his cock an extra forceful suck, as if to acknowledge that what he said was true.

I bobbed as deep as I could, and then back, stroking the shaft of his cock with my lips. I was tasting more and more precum as I did. It made me feel good, because it told me my efforts to please him were working. I couldn't stop myself know from grabbing my own rigid penis and giving it a stroke. I nearly came at the first touch of my hand. I took a deep breath through my nose and tried to calm down. I didn't want to cum yet. I stroked my penis slowly, feeling the pleasure roll through me as I pleased the cock in my mouth.

Rick stepped back and pulled his cock out of my mouth. It glistened and bobbed in front of me, a tendril of saliva slowly giving way and falling back onto my chin. I wanted his cock in my mouth again, and stared at it hungrily.

"Beg for it."

"Please..." I mumbled.

"Beg for my cum, cocksucker."

"Please give me your cum." I realized in that moment that I truly wanted it. What had come over me?

"Not good enough. Convince me."

"Please sir, let me suck your cock and feed me your cum."

"Getting there, but still not good enough. Should I send you home now?"

I fought down a surge of panic. "Please sir, make me your cocksucking cumslut. I want to worship your cock and feel it flood my mouth with your hot cum. I want to taste your cum in my mouth and swallow it all. I want to suck your cock over and over and drink as much cum as you can feed me." Where were these words coming from? I couldn't believe what was spilling out of my mouth, but I was that consumed by passion. I added again with extra sincerity, "Please let me make you cum in my mouth, sir. I'll do anything."

And at that moment, my penis pulsed and burst, spilling cum over my stroking hand as I gasped and writhed on the grass. I stroked some more until my orgasm was done and no more cum was oozing out of the head. My head reeled as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thinking about swallowing my cum made you cum yourself, didn't it, cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir." I said sheepishly.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you? You love it."

"Yes, sir." My passion was ebbing, now that my orgasm was spent, and a deep shame was taking its place. What was I doing? What had I become?

"Do you still want my cum?"

"Yes, sir," I replied. But did I still? I wasn't so sure now.

"Look at your hand." I looked at my hand. It was covered with my own semen. I couldn't believe how much I had spurted. "Clean it off." I hesitated, then obeyed. I tasted my own cum for the first time, licking my fingers and the back of my hand clean. It was slimy and bitter and not at all appealing, but I did it anyway. Underneath the degradation, there was a tiny thrill at just how naughty and nasty this was. I cleaned off my hand and waited until I got all of the semen in my mouth, then swallowed. It went down easy, but the taste lingered unpleasantly.

Rick stepped closer again. "Now open wide. Finish what you started, cocksucker."

I wasn't sure I wanted to now, but it seemed like there was no backing out. I opened my mouth and let him slide his cock in. I started bobbing and sucking, but now that I had already blown my load, the act wasn't as exciting or erotic. I was painfully conscious of the fact that I had a man's cock in my mouth, and how wrong that was. Was I gay now? Had I always been gay? Or would sucking Rick's cock and swallowing his cum make me gay? My mind raced, and I tried to push all those thoughts and questions away. I needed to just finish this, then I could gather my clothes and get back home. I looked forward to taking a long hot shower and getting some time to process everything. But first I needed to finish this. I needed to make him cum, not because I wanted to, but because I knew I had to, and it was the only path out of here.

I sucked harder, then took him as deep as I could. I almost gagged, then backed off, and tried again. I was still getting less than half of his shaft in my mouth, but I took it as deep as I could. I reached up to stroke him, but Rick slapped my hand away. "No hands. Cocksuckers just use their mouths." I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the head, sucking harder. I heard him gasp, and I bobbed forward, then pulled back to do the same thing again. He grunted, and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth. Instantly my mouth was flooded with cum. It was as bitter and slimy as my own, but hot, fresh from the source, and my mouth was completely filled with it. I swallowed desperately, but more kept coming and I felt some escaping my lips and dribbling down my chin.

His cock finally stopped pulsing, and I managed to swallow what remained of his cum. I swallowed but the taste was still there, like my whole mouth and the head of his cock was now flavoured with Rick's cum. I sucked gently to clean off the final remnants, then released his cock from my lips. It was still mostly hard, only starting to droop a little. The bulbous head was smaller now, but moist and red from my sucking. Again the thoughts arose... what had I done? Was I gay now?

"What do you say?"

It took me a moment to understand what he was asking for. "Thank you," I said.

"That's all?"

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, and for letting me swallow all your cum."

"That's better. Now lick my balls."

I thought now that he had cum, it would be over, and I could start to leave. But apparently not. I leaned forward, brushing my cheek past his softening cock, and gave his shaved balls a lick. It felt strange, but I kept licking, knowing he would tell me when he wanted me to stop or do something different. I moved my head to the other side of his cock, feeling it rub against my cheek again as I licked his balls from the other side.

"Take my cock in your mouth again, cocksucker." His cock was fully limp now, hanging like a rope, but I manuevered my mouth down and around the cock head, taking it fully into my mouth. A lingering drop of cum had oozed from the head, and I let it linger on my tongue. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to suck again, or what, so I just held his cock head in my mouth and waited.

"Now look up at me." I looked up at him, with my mouth still wrapped around his cock. I was conscious of what that must look like, me on my knees with my mouth full of cock. He looked down at me. "Did you enjoy sucking my cock, cocksucker?" Now that it was done, I wasn't actually sure that I did. But I nodded anyway. Whatever I had to do to get out of here.

"Did you enjoy drinking my cum, cocksucker?" I nodded again. "And do you enjoy being a cocksucker?" I nodded. "Do you recognize now that the purpose of your existence to serve and suck my cock, to swallow my cum and beg for more?" I nodded. "Do you look forward to sucking my cock again, anytime and anywhere?"

What? Suck his cock again? I hadn't thought about what might follow this, but I definitely was not planning to do this again. But I was afraid of the consequences if I didn't just agree. I nodded again.

Rick continued. "Do you acknowledge that you are a cocksucker, you've always been a cocksucker, and you'll always be a cocksucker?" I nodded, but I really didn't like where this was going. "Do you love having my cock in your mouth?" I nodded again. "Show me how much you love it."

I was kind of relieved to have him stop with the questions. I took a bit more of his cock in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. I closed my eyes and moaned as if having his cock in my mouth gave me great pleasure. I sucked the head lightly, then released it so I could bathe the entire length of his shaft with my tongue. It still hung there, long and limp, but I was trying to make a show of worshipping his cock while also feeling terrified that it would get hard and he would make me suck him off again. Even though I had already done it once, I really didn't think I was prepared to do it a second time. I had so many new thoughts and feelings to process. I finished licking every inch of his shaft, then wrapped my mouth around the head again. I looked up at him for approval.

He looked down at me. For a few moments longer, we stayed that way, silently... me on my knees, with his dangling rope of a cock in my mouth, and him towering over me, looking down at his subservient cocksucker.

At last he spoke. "You've done well today, cocksucker. Now get your clothes and go home."

I released his cock from my mouth and started to get to my feet. "Thank you," I said.

"Thank you what?" he said sternly.

I dropped back to my knees instinctively and hung my head. "Thank you, sir." I waited for his response. He stepped closer, then I felt him take his limp cock and rub it across my face.

"Just remember what you are, cocksucker, and who's in charge here."

I nodded. "Yes sir."

"Now go. And don't worry, this is our secret. Cocksucker."

I got to my feet and hurried to the house. I collected my shorts and t-shirt from the deck and threw them on in the house. The rest of the trip home was kind of a blur. My mind whirled with all that had happened. How had a simple visit turned into me giving Rick a blowjob? Why had I been so fascinated by his cock? Was I really gay? Why did I get so turned on by sucking his cock? I remembered stroking myself and how easily I came, so aroused I was by the thought of having Rick cum in my mouth. I felt a tingling surge of pleasure in my groin just at the memory of it. What was happening to me? Was I really a cocksucker, now and always, like Rick said?

When I got home, Linda was already home from shopping. "How was your visit with Rick?" She asked. I tried to play it cool.

"It was good. We just hung out and talked." I hoped that didn't make it sound like I was covering something up. I changed the subject as quickly as I could. "How was shopping with Jessica?"

"It was good, nice and quick. We got what we needed, and I've been back for hours." Yikes. It sounded like I had dodged a bullet... if Jessica had gone straight home from shopping, she could have walked in to see me in the backyard sucking her husband's cock.

"What happened to your knees?" I looked down and realized that my knees were totally stained green from kneeling on the grass. Kneeling on the grass while I sucked Rick's cock and made him cum in my mouth.

"Oh that's just... we... I had to help him lift something."

She cocked her head to the side quizzically. I desperately prayed that she didn't pry farther... I really didn't know what I would say. After a moment she just shrugged and said, "Well, it's good that the two of you are getting along. Maybe we can get together with them again soon."

"Yeah, that would be great." But I actually couldn't imagine sitting across the table from them again and having a normal dinner conversation. Honestly, I would have preferred to never see Rick again.

I headed straight for the shower as quick as I could. I had a powerful urge to clean myself, as if I could some how purge myself of having sucked a man's cock and begged for his cum, or at least wash the memory out of my mind.

Once in the shower, I rinsed my mouth out with water, but filling my mouth with water just seemed to refresh the memory of Rick's cum filling my mouth, rather than dispel it. I couldn't believe I had really done what I did. I had let him tell me what to do, even though I didn't want to. Surely I could have left if I really wanted to. But I hadn't.

And not just that, I had sucked him off, and I had to admit that it was not just willingly, but in some ways, enthusiastically. I recalled how turned on I had been, and how I couldn't help but stroke myself while I sucked him off. I had even tipped over into orgasm just by the act of begging him to cum in my mouth. I realized that I was completely hard again, and nearly as turned on by the memory of sucking Rick as I had been during the actual act. I couldn't resist stroking myself and soon brought myself to a frantic orgasm there in the shower. I watched my spilled semen wash down the drain and thought of how much Rick had cum, how it had overflowed my mouth and run down my chin as I had desperately tried to swallow it all. Oh god, did I go back home with cum-stains on my face? I hadn't even thought to clean up before I left, I was in such a daze. I washed my face and prayed that there had been nothing for Linda to see when she greeted me. Then I made sure I washed the grass-stains completely off my knees before I washed the rest of my body and got out of the shower.

That night, in bed, Linda cozied up to me and put her hand on my chest... subtle signals that tonight she wasn't totally horny, but was open to being persuaded. Ordinarily I would have responded in kind and made love to her, but I had already masturbated twice that day and I just didn't think I had it in me to go another round. We just cuddled and both soon fell asleep.

In my dream, I was kneeling in a dark room. Rick was standing across from me about a yard away, and totally naked. His body was only lit from his waist to his knees, but there was no mistaking that long, hanging piece of meat. As I watched, he stepped toward me. In a few steps he was directly in front of me, his long cock once again right in front of my face. His hand appeared, and he began to rub it across my face. I felt the warmth and texture of his skin as it slid back and forth and around my face. I was flushed with desire and wanted him to put it in my mouth, but even when I tried to turn my head to catch or lick it, it always seemed to elude me. Yet at the same time, it seemed to be everywhere on my face at once... on my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my forehead, even my lips, but never in my mouth.

I was incredibly aroused and my penis was throbbing. I wanted to stroke it but my arms seem fixed at my sides. I couldn't touch myself and I couldn't reach up to grab that cock and stuff it into my mouth where I so desperately wanted it.

I woke up with a jolt. Linda slender forearm lay across my lower jaw. It took me a few seconds to sort out that I had been dreaming, and that I was in bed with my wife where I belonged. But though I wasn't on my knees with a cock in front of me, I was still just as turned on as I had been in my dream. My penis was so stiff it ached, and I thought I might have ejaculated in my sleep. I reached down and found no semen, just my own rock hard penis. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but I soon realized I was far too turned on to sleep, and I would have to get myself off first if I wanted to have any chance of getting some sleep.

I carefully slipped out of bed without waking Linda, and padded naked down the hallway to my office. Once I had the door closed and locked, I switched on my desk lamp and turned on the monitor. I wanted some visual stimulation so I could jerk myself off (for the third time that day), calm myself down, and get back to bed. I didn't want to think about my dream, and I definitely didn't want to think about the humiliating events of the previous day.

I went to a porn site and searched for "blowjob." I scrolled through a bunch of animated gifs of women sucking hard cocks, stroking myself as I gazed at the ones I found most arousing. This was always my go-to when I had the opportunity or need to masturbate, so it was natural to do the same now. But tonight it couldn't help but feel different. As I watched a looping gif of a blonde bobbing her head on a hard cock, I couldn't help but recall the feel and taste of having Rick's cock in my own mouth. The memory was a lightning jolt straight to my cock, and I could feel my orgasm getting closer. In my dream, I had wanted that cock in my mouth so badly. And for the first time, I admitted to myself that in Rick's yard, I had wanted his cock in my mouth too. That desire had been there in the deepest reaches of my mind well-before he confronted me about staring at his cock, and it completely took control once that magnificent rod was in front of my face and fully within reach of my mouth. Even though fear had made me hesitate, I had truly wanted it. I recognized that Rick's sudden spanking hadn't so much forced me to suck him off, as it had helped to push me past my own barriers and do what I really wanted to. Once his cock was actually in my mouth, I had sucked and pleased him with real enthusiasm, getting right into the experience and being transported by the strength of my desire. And I had truly wanted him to cum in my mouth, had wanted that load so badly that just the act of begging for it had made me climax.

I shook my head in disbelief. Was I gay now? Had I always been gay? I couldn't think of any previous incident of me being attracted to a guy, or ever experiencing the slightest curiosity about giving a blowjob. In fact, I wasn't even attracted to Rick now, either. I wasn't sure I liked him at all, after how he had treated me. But there was no denying that I had been irresistibly drawn to his cock, and more than eager to suck on it at the end.

I just didn't know how to make sense of it. But I didn't need to figure it all out right now, in my office in the middle of the night... but I did need to cum. I scrolled through more gifs, and when the sight of a mouth stuffed with cock reminded me of having my own mouth stuffed, I just rode that wave and let it build my arousal as I slowly stroked my cock.

Then my scrolling reached a high-quality POV gif of a woman on her knees, rubbing a cock all over her face, much as I had done more than once the day before. But in this case, the man had already ejaculated, and her face was covered with fresh cum. Her mouth was open, and as she rubbed the cock on her face and smeared the cum around, some of it was being very deliberately pushed into her mouth.

A spasm shot through me and suddenly I was cumming, shuddering and moaning as my third load of the day oozed out of my cock and dribbled across my hand. I stroked myself through the orgasm, watching that woman use the cock to push the slimy cum into her mouth. Finally the spasms subsided, and I collapsed back into the chair, deflated.

The gif kept looping, and gobs of cum kept disappearing into the woman's mouth. I looked down at my shrinking penis and my cum-covered hand. For a brief instant, I thought about licking up the cum, like Rick had made me do. My god, why would I even do such a thing, or want to? But I had done it in Rick's yard, hadn't I? It might even have turned me on to do so. I sighed and reached for a box of tissue.

Over the next couple days, I struggled to focus on my work, as a good portion of my brain was preoccupied with Rick's cock and the implications of me sucking him of f on Sunday. Since I worked from home, I found myself frequently being distracted from my work to surf blowjob porn, which led to my jerking off literally every time, up to three times a day. To be honest, my penis felt raw, and my cumshots had diminished to a brief spurt of watery drops.

But in spite of that, I still managed to reach a few conclusions. For one, I was pretty sure I wasn't gay, but it was also undeniable that I had been incredibly turned on by sucking Rick's cock. And the power dynamics contributed further to that. I had done a few web searches and some reading, and was starting to understand that maybe I was more of a submissive, and that made me highly susceptible to Rick's authority. He was very obviously a dominant, and knew exactly how to play me. I tried not to judge myself to harshly for having given a blowjob, and reasoned that I should just chalk it up to experience. Apparently a lot of straight people still experiment with their own gender during their youth... I was just a late bloomer.

What I knew for sure was this was a one-time thing. Sucking Rick's cock, as much as it had turned me on (and clearly continued to turn me on even days afterwards), was not an experience I had any desire or intention to repeat. And I was prepared to tell Rick so if I had to. Unfortunately, matters ended up being taken out of my hands.

Linda came home from work on Tuesday all excited. "Jess and I are registered for the doubles tournament! And we have some court time booked for tomorrow night to do our first practice. There's another pair of ladies who are going to play with us and give us some pointers, because they've both been competing in the tournament for the past six years."

"That's great! I hope you have a good practice."

"Also, Jess wanted me to tell you that Rick's inviting you over tomorrow night while Jess and I are at practice."

No damn way, I thought. "Oh, thanks, but I'll probably just stay home. I have some work to catch up on."

Linda frowned. "Aw, you really should go, honey. Don't you like Rick? I thought you guys had a good time on Sunday."

"Uh... yeah, it was fine. Rick is nice... honestly, there's nothing wrong with him. I just don't always feel like hanging out, and I was just there two days ago."

She stroked my arm. "Honey, I know you can be a bit of an introvert. But you haven't had a friend since we moved here. Now I have Jess, and I want you to have a friend too. Rick seems to like you. He told Jess you and he had a great time on Sunday."

Oh god, I hope that's all he told her, I thought. Linda continued, "Look, you should go. This new friendship with Jess is important to me. And I think it would be good for you to get out of the house more too. Even if you and Rick don't really click, you should make an effort. He wouldn't be asking you over if he didn't like you, and you may find you warm up to him. And making friends with Jess and Rick can help us meet more people. If you put some effort into this, you may find you get to meet some people you really connect with." Her expression turned serious. "We need friends here, Brian. I know I do. The past few months have been kind of lonely."

I relented. I really did want things to work out with her and Jess, because I could see how much happier Linda had been over the past couple weeks, as their friendship had grown. I reasoned that I could go over to Rick's place and use that opportunity to just tell him firmly that whatever had happened on Sunday was a one-time thing, and I hoped we could put it behind us and just be friends, at least for the sake of our wives. I hoped he would see it my way, but if he didn't, I was totally prepared to leave it at that and walk away, and just hope there were no consequences for Linda and Jessica's friendship.

When I arrived at Rick's place on Wednesday evening, my confidence was already deteriorating. My palms were sweaty, and I felt a nervous, jittery tension throughout my body. How do you confront a man who's had his cock in your mouth? How do you look someone in the eye and expect them to take you seriously after you've been on your knees in front of them, begging them to feed you their cum? But I was very clear about what I intended to do, and determined to stick to that regardless of what Rick might say or do. I was sure that once I had made my position clear to him, I would feel much better to have it all behind me.

I rang the doorbell, and heard Rick call "Come in!" from somewhere inside. I steeled myself to confront the guy who's cock I'd sucked, whose cum I'd begged for, just a few days early. I stepped in and walked from the entryway into the living room. Rick was there, standing with his back to me, looking out the window into the backyard.

"Hi Rick," I said, trying to sound as casual and warm as I could in the circumstances.

Rick turned to face me, not smiling.. "You don't talk to me standing up."

I stammered, "That's not---"

"On your knees, cocksucker." He spoke softly, but there was so much steel in his voice that it made me flinch. I dropped to my knees on the carpet, and was immediately furious at myself. Why was I so damn submissive around him? But I didn't get back to my feet. I was shaking so badly I wasn't sure I would have been steady on my feet.

Rick stepped closer, his expression stern. "When you speak to me, cocksucker, you speak to me on your knees. Understand?"

I hung my head and tried to gather my thoughts. What was the plan? But my voice muttered, "Yes."

"Yes what, cocksucker?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you know why you're here tonight, cocksucker?"

Good lord, I could not let this happen again. I summoned my courage, lifted my head and looked him in the eye. "I'm not doing that again." When I saw his expression darken, I hastily added, "Sir."

"Do what, cocksucker?"

"Suck your cock, sir." My voice cracked as I said it.

"You didn't enjoy sucking my cock, cocksucker?"

I wanted to say that I hadn't, but I knew he wouldn't believe me if I did. Because I didn't believe it myself. "I did... sir. But I don't want to do it again."

There was a pause. Then, "How many times have you masturbated, since you left here on Sunday?"

Again, I felt like I couldn't lie. "Eight times, sir."

"And what were you thinking about when you jerked off, cocksucker?"

My voice got very small. "Sucking your cock... sir."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, cocksucker."

"I was thinking about sucking your cock, sir. When I masturbated." My mind was racing. Was there some route to navigate my way out of this? Couldn't I just tell him no, and be done with it?

"So you enjoyed sucking my cock. And you were so turned on that you're still stroking yourself over it days later. Sounds to me like you're a natural born cocksucker."

I didn't say anything. I wanted to argue that I wasn't a cocksucker... but I had sucked his cock, hadn't I? Why didn't I just get up and leave? I didn't know what to do or say.

"How many times have you had sex with your wife since Sunday, cocksucker?"

"We... I haven't, sir."

"But you've jerked yourself off every day since then, multiple times. And every time, you were fantasizing about having my cock in your mouth, weren't you, cocksucker?"

I didn't say anything. I knew what the answer was, but I didn't want to say it.

"You were fantasizing about sucking my cock again, weren't you, cocksucker? Answer me."

"Yes... Yes, sir," I whispered meekly.

"Yes sir what, cocksucker? And speak clearly."

My heart was pounding, and I felt a drop of nervous sweat roll down my spine. "I was fantasizing about sucking your cock, sir."

I heard the soft rustle of his clothing. I kept my eyes fixed on the carpet a few feet in front of me. Was he getting naked? If I looked up, would I see his glorious cock again? Would I be able to look away if I did? A sick sense of inevitability was creeping over me.

But when Rick spoke again, it wasn't what I was expecting. "There are rules, cocksucker," he said calmly.

"Yes sir." Still I kept my eyes cast down.

"You have already learned the first rule. A cocksucker kneels in my presence. When you speak to me, you do so from your knees. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Second rule. When you are in this house, or in our back yard, you will be naked, cocksucker. Unless your wife is with you. In that case, we will just be Rick and Brian, two good friends whose wives are also good friends. But when you're here by yourself, you're a cocksucker, and you will be naked."

"Yes sir."

"Well?"

Oh god, I had to take my clothes off. Throughout our interaction, I had gradually retreated into myself, finding a kind of safety in just not doing anything. But now I had to act... to comply with his wishes and take off my clothes. Couldn't I just refuse and leave? It seemed like the world where such a thing could happen had already faded from possibility.

Rick spoke again. "Perhaps I wasn't clear, cocksucker. You will take your clothes off now. You will do so every time you enter this house if Linda is not with you. And because you neglected to do that this time, you will take them off here, on your knees."

I started to take off my shirt. There was something comforting about taking action, somehow. I wasn't frozen with fear. My shirt was easy, but taking off my khakis was harder. It felt awkward and humiliating to struggle out of them, staying on my knees and trying not to lose my balance. And any dignity I might have retained was utterly dispelled by the fact that my penis was sticking out, hard as ever. Hard as it had been last Sunday when I sucked Rick's cock for the first time. I had no more belief now that that was going to be the only time. Maybe I'd never really believed it.

I knelt there, naked now, with my head still bent down and my arms hanging limp by my sides. I felt utterly ashamed, humiliated and powerless. How easily Rick had derailed the script I had had for this encounter.

I heard Rick step closer to me. I thought he was going to stand directly in front of me, but instead he circled around me. When he spoke again, it was from directly behind me. I felt a spasm of terror and my sphincter clenched reflexively.

"Now for the third rule. Put your hands behind your back, cocksucker."

I crossed my wrists behind my back. I felt him take hold of my left wrist, felt the cool touch of metal, and then the ratcheting click as the handcuffs latched around my wrist. I tried to pull my right arm away but he already had a grip on it, but he was so much stronger than me, and my struggle was halfhearted at best. A second later the other half of the handcuffs were locked, and my hands were restrained behind my back. There was no escaping now.

"The third rule, cocksucker, is no hands. A cocksucker sucks. You are a mouth for my cock. You do not use your hands, and you don't need hands. Every time you enter this house, there will be a pair of handcuffs waiting for you. You will take off your clothes, and you will cuff your hands behind your back. You may remove the cuffs when it is time to leave. Do you understand, cocksucker?"

"Yes sir."

I heard him step back around me. The next time he spoke, it was from in front of me. "I like you in that position, cocksucker. You look very humble, as you should. But now I want you to look up."

I lifted my head. Rick was standing in front of me, but several feet away. He was completely naked, and that incredible cock was fully on display. It had been days since I had last seen it, and once again I marvelled it how far down his thighs it hung. I felt an unmistakable surge in my own penis, as a wave of intense arousal swept through me. It was impossible to deny that I was turned on by his cock. Hardly any thread of my resistance remained. I waited for what he would ask me to do next.

Instead, he asked me a question. "What do you want to do now, cocksucker?"

I knew the answer, but I desperately didn't want to say it. My mouth opened but now sound came out.

He repeated the question, his tone flat. "What do you want to do now, cocksucker?"

Something broke inside me. I could not deny my desire. "To suck your cock. I want to suck your cock, sir."

"So what are you going to do, cocksucker?"

"I'm going to suck your cock, sir." He didn't move or speak. I looked up from his cock, and made eye contact, "Please can I suck your cock, sir?" I was no longer shaking. Whatever internal battle I had been fighting, it was over. I didn't know if I had won, or if I had lost. But I knew what I was going to do now. I knew what I wanted to do.

He nodded gravely. "You may suck my cock, cocksucker." But he didn't move, just stayed there on the other side of the living room. I waited for him to approach me, unsure of what I was supposed to do. Should I beg? It shocked me to realize I was almost ready to beg for his cock in my mouth.

After a few awkward seconds, he reached up and scooped up his limp cock, lifting it toward me. It was so long that even with his hand under the middle of it, the head sagged down toward the carpet. "Come and get it, cocksucker," he said.

It was an awkward struggle to make my way across the carpet toward his cock. Having my hands cuffed behind my back, my centre of balance was all different, and I wobbled and tottered as I shuffled toward him on my knees. Another layer of humiliation and submission, I realized, but I didn't care. I could see the object of my desire in front of me. It felt like a huge relief to get close enough that the shaft of Rick's cock hung just inches from my face. The way the head of his cock hung lower than my chin, I couldn't quite figure out how to lower my head and angle it so I could take the cock head into my mouth. And I wanted it in my mouth, I knew that now and accepted it.

I looked up at Rick. "Please may I lick your cock, sir"

He nodded. "You may, cocksucker."

I started licking his shaft. I bathed it with my tongue, from the root down to the rim of his cock head. I got it good and wet and slid up and down it with parted lips. It was like a relief of pent up desire to taste his cock again, to be within reach of having it in my mouth again. I nuzzled it with my face and felt its familiar touch again. I wished I had my hands free to take it in my hands, rub it all over my face and then stuff the head deep into my mouth. Wait, I could...

"Please sir, rub your cock on my face."

He lifted his cock and rubbed it around my face. It felt just like the dream I had had on Sunday night after the first time I sucked his cock. After what I now knew was likely the first of many times I would suck his cock.

I turned my face this way and that as Rick rubbed his cock all over it. I tried to catch it with my tongue and lick it as it passed across my face. But just like my dream, I couldn't quite catch the head in my mouth.

"Please sir, put your cock in my mouth."

"You want my cock in your mouth?"

"Yes sir... please."

"Why do you want my cock in your mouth, cocksucker?"

This time, I accepted the truth was prepared to acknowledge it. There was no more conflict within me, and I felt calm, even elated. "Because I'm a cocksucker, sir." He continued to rub his cock slowly across my face as I gazed up at him, waiting.

He pulled his cock away. "Open wide, cocksucker."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, with my head still tilted upwards. He slowly inserted the head into my waiting mouth. When I felt the rim of the head pass my lips, I sealed them around it and sucked gently. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure at feeling my mouth filled with his cock again, after so many days of pining for it. Oh god, I was lost in desire for this and I was beyond caring.

I sucked on the cock head and slid my tongue around the sensitive underside. I tasted the salty tang of precum, and I felt a little surge of pride at the thought that I was pleasing him. But I knew I was doing this for myself now, at least as much as I was for Rick. I sucked greedily and felt the suction pull more of his cock into my mouth. I was such a slut for his cock, and it felt naughty and erotic in a fantastic way, far more than receiving a blowjob would have. I was a cocksucker.

I continued servicing his cock as it grew harder and harder. Soon it was a rigid shaft and I could easily bob my head back and forth on it. I tried to see how much I could get into my mouth at once. I was immersing myself in the experience of sucking his cock, feeling it and tasting it, more than I was trying to please Rick. I bobbed deeper on it till it pushed against the back of my throat. I backed off and tried again, falling into a rhythm of slowly taking it as deep as I could, pulling back to catch my breath and let my gag reflex recede, then trying again. I didn't know how long he was hard, but I guessed it was at least ten inches. There was no way I could deep throat that, I knew, but I wanted to take as much as I could. I wanted to have as much of that delicious cock in my mouth as I could get.

My cock was aching to be touched, hard and straining as if it would burst, but there was no way I could touch it and please myself. It was unfair, but on some level, I understood how much the submission and powerlessness of being cuffed was adding to my arousal. I felt that frustration and poured it into my efforts on Rick's incredible cock. I bobbed on it rhythmically now, no longer trying to take it deep, instead bobbing up and down at a faster pace. I stroked it with my tongue as I bobbed, adding a slight spiralling motion to my head as I bobbed. I revelled in the sensation of his bulging lower vein sliding across my tongue, the slight pull of his cock head's rim against my lips as I ended my up stroke and plunged down his length again. I had no sense of how much time was passing. There was just my mouth and Rick's cock.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gaped and tried to catch his cock in my mouth again but he stepped back away from me. Then jet after jet of hot cum erupted from his cock. Without even thinking why, I tried to catch as much of it in my mouth and on my tongue as I could. I caught some, but most of it landed on my face. My emerging slutty side got a little thrill out of the fact that I had just got a facial, but for the most part I was disappointed that he had cum and I had missed most of it. I closed my mouth and rolled the cum I had caught around with my tongue. It wasn't delicious, but it was the naughty, slutty act of catching, holding and tasting it in my mouth that aroused me even farther. I was discovering a side of me that I didn't know existed.

I looked at Rick's cock. It was still hard but no longer spurting. I final dribble of cum had run down from his slit and was beading under the head. In a few seconds, it looked like it would drip onto the carpet and be wasted.

I swallowed the cum in my mouth and said, "Please, sir, may I clean your cock?"

"You may."

Gratefully, I shuffled forward and wrapped my mouth around his cock head again. I tasted and savoured the drop of cum that hung there, then sucked lightly and was thrilled to receive another little bit that remained inside. I thought that if my hands were free, I would have reached up to stroke his shaft and wring out whatever little bit of cum might remain inside. Instead, I just sucked lightly and rolled my mouth around the end of his cock, moaning slightly with pleasure.

Rick spoke, "The final rule, cocksucker, is that my cum is a privilege, not a right. Just because I let you suck my cock, doesn't mean you get my cum. You have to earn it, cocksucker. You need to beg for it, show me you deserve it. Then I may give it to you, if I think you deserve it. Remember that, cocksucker."

I nodded, keeping his cock in my mouth and savouring its sensation and the remaining flavour of his cum. I hoped that he wouldn't take it away from me again before I was done with, before I had had enough of it. I could feel his cum sliding down my cheeks, and it made me feel slutty and turned on in a way that I never would have believed a few days ago.

I continued toying with his cock as it gradually grew soft in my mouth. My penis was still throbbing and aching to be touched. Rick might have been done, but my brain was still in sex mode and seeking greater stimulation. Not being able to stroke myself to the orgasm I craved kept me in an elevated state of arousal and desire. Even the knowledge that I was restrained, and my own pleasure deliberately placed out of reach, was a new kind of turn-on in itself. I focused on the pleasure I could get: sucking and playing with the delicious cock in my mouth.

Rick's softening cock grew more malleable and floppy, and that made it more interesting to manipulate with my mouth and tongue. My gentle sucking was occasionally rewarded with a residual drop of cum, and that just encouraged me more. I hoped that if I continued to suckle and stimulate his cock, it would get hard again, and I would get another chance to really suck him off, and this time I would remember to beg for his cum and receive his whole load in my mouth. It both shocked and delighted me that I would have such a raunchy desire.

"What are you?" Rick asked.

I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth. "A cocksucker, sir," I said breathlessly.

I felt a sharp pang of disappointment as Rick turned and walked away. He sat down on an arm chair a few feet away. I stared at how his limp cock hung over the edge of the seat and dangled toward the carpet. I wanted to shuffle over to it on my knees, lick it and kiss it, suck it and bring it back to life... but I sensed that I couldn't do that without permission. I remained on my knees, feeling the cum drying on my face and my penis straining for release.

"And what does that mean, cocksucker?"

"It means I suck your cock whenever you ask. I will come over here when you call me, take my clothes off at the door and put on the handcuffs. I will kneel before you and beg you to let me suck your cock. I will suck your cock and please it to the best of my ability and when you're ready to cum, I will beg you to feed me your cum. I want you to cum in my mouth and I will swallow every drop. Sir." Saying it out loud drove the reality home, that I was going to do this over and over again, and that realization prompted a shiver of excitement. I was desperate to touch myself; my own orgasm seemed only a hair trigger away, even though my hard-on had received no touch or direct stimulation since I had arrived. I thought about asking him to release me so I could finish myself off, but I was pretty sure the answer would be no.

"Am I forcing you to suck my cock?"

"No, sir. I am sucking your cock because I truly want to. I've been craving your cock since the first time I saw it, even if I didn't understand my desire. Thank you for offering your cock to me and helping me overcome my fears so I could suck you off and become your cocksucker. Thank you for making me your cocksucker, sir."

"You will suck my cock anywhere I ask, anytime?"

"Yes sir." But the implications of that gave me a thrill of fear. Just what could "anywhere, anytime" entail?

"Understand this, cocksucker. You can stop being my cocksucker at any point. You can refuse to suck my cock at any point. I'm not forcing you; I'm not blackmailing you. But if I ever ask you to suck my cock, and you refuse... it's done. You will no longer be my cocksucker, and you will never have the chance to suck this cock again, no matter how you beg. Do you understand, cocksucker? You suck my cock any time I tell you to, or never again."

"Yes sir. I understand." Again I felt that thrill, an erotic sense of danger, of risk, reward and punishment.

"And you are a cocksucker, but you are my cocksucker. If you start sucking other cocks, it's over and you can never have this one again."

"I... I can't imagine wanting any other cock but yours, sir." I was staring at it now, hungrily. He leaned back in the chair and slid his hips forward a little, so now the full length of his cock was hanging over his balls and dangling toward the floor. If he was trying to tease and torment me, it was working. I had a sudden fantasy of stroking myself to orgasm so I could spill my cum on the length of his cock, and then lick it off. Where were these dirty thoughts coming from? The level of arousal I was experiencing was dizzying.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I couldn't touch myself, couldn't orgasm, but at least I could have his cock. "Please, sir, may I suck your cock again, please?"

"So soon? You just finished sucking it. Do you want it that badly?"

"I want your cock again, sir. I want it in my mouth, I want to suck it and make it cum. I want it in my mouth every second of the day, sir. I want to wake up with your cock in my mouth and suck on it while I fall asleep at night. I'm a cocksucker, your cocksucker, and a total slut for your cock." Even I couldn't believe the things that were coming out of my mouth, but I wanted his cock so badly.

Rick just stared at me impassively. I waited anxiously, growing more conscious of how pathetic and subservient my position was... on my knees, naked and handcuffed, begging to suck his cock while his last load of cum was drying on my face. At last, he nodded.

"Go ahead."

I shuffled over to him so anxiously that I nearly stumbled, but managed to right myself. At last I was in front of him and within reach of the object of my lust. I leaned in and licked the root of of his cock, then slid my tongue down his shaft. But the angle was difficult and I could only get so far down from my kneeling position. I sat back on my haunches, even scooted back a little so I had room bend down lower, but though I could get low enough to flick his cockhead with my tongue, I couldn't turn or angle my head far enough to scoop the head into my mouth. I moaned with frustration and made the most of licking the portions of his shaft I could easily reach. I licked his balls from both sides of his shaft and tried to reach my tongue around to tease the sensitive underside of the big vein.

I desperately wanted to get him hard, so his cock would rise and I could get the head into my mouth at last. Rick did nothing to help me; he just sat there and made me work for it. But I could lick his cock and feel it against my face, and that still pleased and aroused me. I was past denying that I wanted it, or even questioning whether I wanted it. I wanted his cock, hungered for it, and at the moment I didn't care what that might say about me.

At last his cock started getting rigid. I increased my efforts, licking the shaft frantically and moaning with desire. The awkward position was making my knees and lower back ache, but I didn't care, just concentrated on his cock and making it hard again.

His cock began to straighten and the head began to lift. I got myself as low as I could and reached for the head with my mouth and tongue. I still couldn't quite get the angle, but I could lick the head and kiss it. I wrapped my lips around it as much as I could and sucked hard. With a sudden slurp it popped into my mouth, and I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure. I heard Rick gasp as well, and the confirmation that I was pleasing him sent a jolt right to my groin. I think I even felt a drop of precum slide down the underside of my penis.

I slowly rose up, bringing the head of Rick's cock with me. Now I could bob again and get even more of it into my mouth. I took advantage of that to take it as deep as I could. It wasn't even half into my mouth when it hit my gag reflex. I wondered if I would ever be able to deep throat the whole thing. It seemed impossible, but I knew I wanted to try. Now that I knew I was going to be sucking his cock again and again, I could look forward to working at it.

For now, I concentrated on slurping and sucking the head, and bobbing on as much of the shaft as I could. I wondered how long it would take him to cum a second time. I wanted him to cum, but I also wanted to enjoy his cock as much as I could in the meantime.

When I thought Rick was getting close, I bobbed deep, then sucked hard as I pulled back up to the top. His cock head popped out of my mouth with a wet slurping noise, and his cock flopped back against Rick's stomach.

"Please, sir, may I drink your cum? Please cum in my mouth and let me swallow it all."

"Do you want my cum that badly, cocksucker?"

"I want your cum so much, sir. I want it to fill my mouth completely, I want to swallow it until I can't handle anymore. Please give me your cum, sir." It was incredible, the filthy things that were pouring out of my mouth all of a sudden.

"Suck the cum out of my cock, cocksucker."

I leaned forward and slid my tongue up the length of his shaft, pausing to kiss and suck on the sensitive area just under the head. I marvelled at how long his cock was; hard and stretched out along his stomach, it reached all the way to his sternum. It must have been ten inches long or more, erect. I sucked hard to get the head of his cock completely into my mouth, then sat back up so I could suck and bob on his cock like before. I went faster and faster, sucking harder on each up stroke, hoping to make him climax and reward me with his cum.

Rick grunted, and I felt his cock flex in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back to the head just as it began spurting cum. Again, that slimy texture and bitter taste, but it was the experience of taking his load in my mouth that was so deliciously erotic. I felt like a total slut and I liked it. I moaned and sucked to get all his cum, determined to get as much as I could and not lose a drop of it. Luckily, Rick didn't seem to cum as much the second time around, I could easily take it all. I revelled in this mouthful of his cum, swishing my tongue through it and around his cock head, tasting it, experiencing it. Finally, I swallowed and felt it slid down my throat. I sucked on his cock head and heard Rick gasp sharply. I eased off and just sucked lightly, hoping to get one more drop of cum from it.

After a few seconds, I felt Rick's hand on my head, gently pushing me back. I regretfully let his cock slip from my mouth, and it flopped back onto his stomach again. I knew that I was done, and I wondered when I would next have the opportunity to take it in my mouth again. I hoped it would be soon. I still hadn't come, and my arousal level was like a fever through my body.

Rick looked at me like he was expecting something. Ah. "Thank you, sir, for giving me your cum. Thank you for making me your cocksucker, for showing me that my place is at your feet with your cock in my mouth. I look forward to sucking your cock and swallowing your cum over and over. I'm so happy to be your cocksucking cumslut."

"Stand up," he said. I tried to stand, but I had been on my knees for so long that my legs were cramped. It took a few minutes and several tries before I was able to fully get to my feet.

"The key is on the coffee table. You can unlock yourself now." I looked, and there was a small silvery handcuff key in the middle of the coffee table. I went over to it and turned my back, squatting down and groping for the key. It was clumsy and difficult, and it emphasized my humiliation all over again, as I was arched back over the table with my neglected erection poking in the air. At last I managed to get hold of the key, then faced a whole new struggle as I had to figure out how to get it into the keyhole and unlock the cuffs. Eventually I got the first cuff unlocked and then could easily do the second. I dropped the cuffs and reached for my penis, scooping a large drop of precum with my finger and bringing it to my lips. Delicious.

"Don't touch yourself here, cocksucker! Get your clothes and go home. You can touch yourself all you want there. Now go."

I quickly scooped up my clothes and scurried to the entryway. I got my clothes back on, regretfully stuffing my erection into my pants. I hurried out to my car and drove off. A few blocks away, I came to a stretch of road with no streetlights and pulled over. I frantically lifted my hips and pulled my khakis down to my knees. I was so turned on and desperate for release that it only took a few strokes for me to explode. I had no tissues in the car, so I cupped my hand underneath to catch my cum and keep it from staining the seat.

My orgasm was so intense I convulsed and moaned uncontrollably. I had masturbated twice already that day, but my level of arousal and the unrelenting intensity of sucking Rick's cock, twice, without ever being stimulated myself, made this final orgasm was one of the most intense of my life.

When my penis finished pulsing, I brought my hand to my lips without hesitation and let the small puddle of cum pour into my mouth. My own cum tasted slightly different from Rick's, but the experience was just as erotic. I swallowed and licked my palm clean, then reached down to scoop up the remaining drop. I milked my penis to squeeze out a little bit more, then licked off my right hand as well. I didn't give up until there was simply no more cum to consume.

I collapsed back into the seat. I felt deflated. I had been so aroused, not just while sucking Rick, but for the entire span of time since last Sunday. And I had been so conflicted for that whole time as well. Now I just felt drained, and to a certain degree, at peace. I didn't understand what was going on, but I was no longer denying my desires. I had gone from having a plan to refuse and resist Rick, to begging him on my knees to let me suck his cock and feed me his cum. I had thanked him afterwards and told him how happy I was to be his cocksucker. And I wasn't lying. A whole new experience of sexuality and arousal had been unlocked for me, and while I definitely had some fears, in my heart I was elated. I was embarking on a whole new sexual adventure that I never would have imagined a few days ago, and I was ready to follow it through in spite of any apprehensions. I really was Rick's cocksucker now, and I wanted to be.

I pulled my pants back up and headed for home. All the way back, I thought about that evening's experience. How easily Rick had overcome my resistance. How immediately and reflexively I followed his commands, even when I thought I didn't want to. How having my arms cuffed behind my back had somehow heightened my arousal to a fever pitch. How my own humiliation and submission seemed to be part of the formula, turning me on even more. How I had suddenly become fascinated with cum and hungry for it, in spite of not even liking the taste. There was just so much to process, but now I was curious instead of afraid or alarmed.

After I pulled into our driveway, I checked myself out in the rear-view mirror to make sure I wasn't a mess. I realized with horror that I still had Rick's dried cum all over my face. I had totally forgotten about that! I could have walked in and greeted my wife with full load of Rick's cum still dried on my face. I frantically used some spit and the sleeve of my shirt to clean it off, checking in the mirror again and again to make sure I hadn't missed any.

I summoned my courage and walked into the house. Linda didn't greet me at the door, so I took advantage of the fact to duck into the bathroom first. There, I gave my face a proper wash to make sure it was really clean, and examined myself in the mirror to make sure. All good.

I found Linda in the living room, seated on the couch, her slender legs tucked up under her as she read a novel. I sat down next to her. "How was tennis practice?"

"It was great. Jessica is a more experienced player than me, but she's a really good teacher. The other pair that was playing with us had some good tips too. I think preparing for this tournament is really going to improve my game. How was your visit with Rick?"

"It was great, really great." If she only knew...

"Oh I'm so glad. So the two of you are hitting it off?"

"Yeah, totally. I'd gladly go over and hang out with him. Any time, really."

"Wow, that's so different from how you felt before. What did you guys get up to?"

"Uh... nothing, just talked about anime and movies and stuff. You know, nerdy stuff."

She laughed. "I'm sure. Well maybe you guys could get together again next time Jess and I practice, on Friday. Maybe I'll suggest that to her. And we should think about having her and Rick over some time as well."

That night, in bed, Linda cuddled up with me and started playing with my penis. I was super sensitive after having jerked off three times already that day, the last time less than an hour ago. I doubted whether I would even be able to get hard. Instead, I rolled on top of her and moved down to eat her out. I made her cum once, but stayed there, teasing and licking, gradually building her up to a second orgasm. Then I just cuddled her and told her it had been a long day, and I was just tired. Luckily, she seemed to just accept that, but I made a mental promise that in the coming days, I would refrain from masturbating so much. As the evenings events had shown me, some self-denial could make the orgasms I did have more intense, and I needed to get back onto a normal sexual pattern with my wife. I felt like I'd had some close calls already (oh god, the cumstains on my face!) and I couldn't afford to have her get suspicious. For the first time, I felt a sharp pang of guilt. Was it cheating to go behind her back and sucking Rick off? Of course I was. But I couldn't tell her and I also knew I couldn't stop.