Dead Drop Pt. 02

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Disclaimer

This story is fictional as are the characters. Everyone is at least 18 years of age and acting of their own free will.

Background

Mike is a 40-year-old married man who lives in the suburbs. Mike is an avid cyclist and runner. It's another hot summer and the heat increases Mike's libido for some strange reason.

Lately, Mike has been fantasizing about cock more than pussy. Mike wants to know what it's like to swallow for another man and decides to take to the internet to see if he can make it happen. He connects with a man who is testing him to ensure that he is a worthy cock sucker.

Yesterday, Mike ran to the stranger's house and drank a shot glass full of cum the stranger left for Mike in the stranger's mailbox. Mike drank the cum in public as he stood in front of the stranger's house while the stranger watched via ring camera.

We catch up with Mike the next day when the stranger has asked him to repeat the ritual to prove that he is dependable.

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Repeat Performance

It was getting close to noon the day after my first experience with the stranger I had met online. I had posted an ad looking for someone who'd be willing to let me act out my cum swallowing fetish on a regular basis during weekday afternoons when my wife was at work.

Today, my task was to repeat my performance from yesterday to prove that I would be a dependable cocksucker who would show up when summoned. It was like the stranger had designed this scenario to perfectly fit my fantasy. It was as if he was providing a way for me to act out my fetish on a very regular schedule.

I was still turned on every time I thought about standing outside his house wearing only a pair of running shorts while I poured his semen into my mouth out of a shot glass he left in his mailbox for me. I had voluntarily swallowed his cum in broad daylight on a public street. It was intoxicating. Today, he wanted me to do it again.

After yesterday's performance, I jacked myself off twice, replaying the episode in my head. I couldn't wait to repeat the performance today. As usual, I had on a pair of running shorts and my running shoes. It was another hot summer day, so I decided to run shirtless again just as I did yesterday.

Mike Runs to the Dead Drop a Second Time

As I made the initial 10-minute climb that I dreaded during the first mile of my run, my mind was occupied with what I was about to do. Yesterday, at this point in my run, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do what the stranger had asked. Today, however, I knew what I was about to do, and I was excited and turned on. My over-revved libido propelled me up the hill to the next leg of my run, a nice tree covered bike path that provided some welcome shade.

It seemed surreal that my everyday workout routine had become my means of transportation to deliver me to a place where I was going to act out my cum swallowing fantasy in a very public manner. Never in a million years would I have thought of this anonymous and public scenario. I wondered about the stranger, who was the mastermind behind it. He seemed to know exactly how to push my buttons to get me to do something so far outside my comfort zone.

I made the turn onto the next leg of my run, which was essential a six-mile rectangle that led me through the neighborhoods of Pine Island. In a few more minutes, I'd be back on Pleasant Avenue, standing in front of the white house with the blue shutters. I thought about the stranger inside who watched me via his ring camera as I performed for him in the street in front of his house. I pictured him stroking his big eight-inch, uncut cock into a shot glass and then carrying out to the mailbox to leave it for another stranger who wanted to prove himself a reliable cocksucker.

I wondered if he sat inside pleasuring himself as he watched me willingly humiliate myself in public by gulping down his semen in front of the entire world. I was working myself into a horny trance as I pictured myself finally being allowed inside to suck his cock and swallow for him on a daily basis. My daily running ritual would be converted to a daily cum swallowing ritual. I was so turned on, that I hadn't notice my pace increasing and I was starting to run out of breath. I was about to make the turn onto Berkshire, the final leg of my run.

Mike is Back at Pleasant Avenue

It was 12:40 and I was about to make the left turn onto Pleasant Avenue. I had shaved two minutes off yesterday's time; I guess my libido pushed me into a new gear. I turned onto the stranger's street and made my way toward the cul-de-sac at the end. The stranger's house was the last house on the left, a white house with blue shutters. Today, the neighborhood was quiet, there were no lawn crews and no neighbors out and about.

As I approached the stranger's house, I slowed to a walk. I wiped the sweat off my brow but realized that my entire body was soaked in perspiration, so my wet hands just moved the sweat around rather than wicking it away. Yesterday, I had to work up the nerve to open the mailbox. Today, I knew what was waiting for me, so I walked directly to it, grabbed the hook and pulled the door open. I looked inside, to my surprise, there was no shot glass, just a three-by-five card with a short, handwritten note. I pulled out the note and read the following:

"Go to the shed in the backyard."

I read the note, and then looked up at the house to see if I could see someone inside. The house looked like nobody was home. I placed the note card back in the mailbox and walked up the driveway and alongside the garage, making my way to the backyard.

"Is the stranger waiting for me in the shed?" I wondered to myself, "Have I proven myself so I finally get to suck his big cock and swallow for him?"

As I rounded the garage into the backyard, I saw a large utility shed at the back of the property. The backyard faced a wooded area, so it was fairly private except for the neighbors on either side. I wondered if the stranger waited inside the shed. My cock was growing hard as I approached the shed. It was a cedar shed that looked to be about twenty years old, the same age as the house. The shed had no windows, just a pair of double doors that faced the house.

I looked around to ensure nobody was watching, then I pulled on the door handled and listened to the hinges squeak as the door opened slowly. I crept inside, expecting to find the stranger waiting there for me. The shed was very dark since it had no windows. I had to let my eyes adjust from the bright sunlight for a second, as I stood inside. I pulled the door closed behind me to avoid detection by the neighbors. My hand found a light switch by the door, and I flicked it on.

A singled bare lightbulb at the top of the shed came on illuminating the shed. As I looked around, I was struck by the heat inside the shed. It must have been over a hundred degrees inside, and it smelled of cedar and grass clippings. There was a small open space in front of a workbench, but the rest of the shed was full of lawn implements and gardening tools. The was no stranger waiting for me, I was disappointed and a little concerned.

"Look up and to your left," a heard a voice coming from a speaker above.

I did as I was told and saw a small ring camera mounted in the upper left corner of the shed. There was a red light on and I knew the stranger was watching me.

"Are you here to swallow for me, cock sucker?" the voice asked.

"I think you know I am," I answered looking up into the camera, "Are you going to join me?"

The Stranger Takes Control

"I will join you soon," the voice replied, "but first you need to show your willingness to follow instruction. I only tolerate cocksuckers who service me exactly the way I like. Are you willing to do as I ask?"

"I'm on time and I'm in your shed as you requested," I replied, "I am willing to follow your instructions exactly as you ask."

"Good boy," the voice replied, "I like my cocksuckers to present to me naked and on their knees. I like knowing that you shed all your clothes and kneel as a sign of respect before you service me with your mouth and swallow what I feed you."

I looked down at the shed's dirt floor and considered what it would be like to kneel naked in the dirt waiting to suck the stranger's cock in the hot, dusty shed. I decided to just do what he asked and call his bluff. I kicked off my running shoes and stood on one leg as I pulled off each of my socks. I looked directly into the camera as I pulled off my running shorts and underwear in one pull and set them on the workbench. When I set my clothes down, I noticed two shot glasses near the back of the workbench that I hadn't noticed before. They were both half full of the same cloudy, white fluid as yesterday. I ignored them for moment and dropped to my knees on the dirt floor, naked, with my hands behind my head, looking directly into the camera.

"You are willing cocksucker, aren't you boy," the voice laughed, "You're all covered in sweat it must be very hot in there."

"Are you going to join me?" I asked, "I think I'm showing my willingness."

"Soon, boy, but first, we have another test for you," the voice informed, "I noticed that you discovered the two samples i left for you today. They are part of your next test. Are you ready to listen to your instructions?"

"I am very ready, sir," I answered, shocked that I let the word "sir" into my answer.

The voice enumerated the instructions, "The first sample is your reward for showing up today and proving that you are dependable. I'd like you to swallow one of the samples for me now. I'll watch and wait for you to satisfy your fetish."

"How did he know this was my fetish?" I wondered, as I stood and walked over to the workbench.

My hand shook as I picked up the first shot glass. I walked back in front of the camera and then got on my knees. I brought the glass to my lips and tipped my head back watching the warm glob fall down the sides of the glass and into my mouth. As soon as I swallowed, shock waves hit the sex center in my brain. My already hard cock almost exploded in orgasm from just completing the act. This time, I was naked, on my knees in a hot musty shed. The fact that the stranger was watching me via camera made it even more kinky.

I took a few more seconds to run my tongue around the inside of the glass, collecting every drop and putting on a show for my voyeuristic stranger.

"Thank you for the reward," I replied softly, letting my head fall, looking at the ground.

"Good boy," the voice replied, "Are you ready for your next test?"

"Yes," I replied quietly, still savoring the taste of the stranger's cum and wondering when I could swallow the second sample.

"It looks to me like you are ready to blow your load," the voice laughed, "are you close?"

"I'm very close," I replied, in an almost trance like manner.

"Good, we're going to test your shame reflex next," the voice explained, "You see, after someone orgasms from a forbidden act like masturbation or slutty behavior like swallowing another man's cum. People often experience deep shame that kills their libido."

I listened to the voice and understood the shame he described, I often felt it after I jacked off to man-on-man porn. It usually caused me to quickly close my browser and try to forget what I just did.

"This shame is a problem if my cocksucker cums before he finishes me. His post-orgasm shame may cause his enthusiasm to drop lowing the quality of his service to me," the voice continued, "Since I can orgasm more than once, I need my cocksucker to continue to feel the need to please me even if he feels that shame."

"Orgasm more than once?" I thought to myself, then I remembered that this guy said he was 32 years old and remembered that I too could do that when I was that age.

The Stranger Tests Mike a Second Time

"In today's test, we are going to trigger your shame. Then I want to see if you are still willing to swallow that second sample I left for you even when you are experiencing the deep post-orgasm shame that I hope to simulate in today's test," he explained, "I want you to stay on your knees and bring yourself to orgasm, then I will watch as the shame settles in and ask you to swallow the second sample to prove to me that your fetish can drive you past your shame so that you serve me in the manner I require."

I couldn't believe what the stranger was asking me to do. I was already naked, on my knees in the dirt in this 100-degree shed. Now he wanted me to jack off for him while he watched. My hand came off the back of my head and reached for my throbbing cock. I started to stroke my cock while the stranger watched from the camera above.

"Good boy," the voice coached, "You look good on your knees for me. You know you need to cum after you satisfied your deviant urge to swallow semen. Now show me that swallowing my cum makes your orgasm like the good little slut you want to become."

The stranger was in my head. He was unlocking deep secret thoughts that even I didn't know I had.

"Nothing says cum slut, like a man naked man on his knees with a cock in his mouth out in the open," the voice continued, "You're so desperate to swallow cum that you're in a stranger's shed in the middle of the day jacking yourself off while he watches," the voice sneered and laughed.

"Tell me you want to suck my big cock, slut," the voice commanded.

"I want to suck your big, uncut cock, sir," I replied, my voice shacking with desire.

"Tell me you will swallow every drop, every time," the voice growled, "tell me you're my personal cum slut."

"I want to suck and swallow for you, sir. I want to be your personal cum slut," I chanted trying to keep my voice down so the stranger would hear but not the neighbors.

"Make yourself cum, faggot," the voice commanded, the stranger was breathing heavily now.

I couldn't hold back any longer. The stranger had pushed me into a new realm. I was soaked in perspiration, on my knees in the dirt stroking my cock feverishly like a man possessed.

"Oh Fuck!" I bellowed as my balls released and I started to spray semen all over the shed's dirt floor.

I knew the stranger was watching me through his camera and I liked it. I used the layer of sweat all over my body as lube to continue to jack myself into a post orgasm frenzy. Spasming and emptying my balls of what felt like a week's production. My heart was pounding as my orgasm started to subside. I looked at the mess I made all over the shed floor. My right hand had cum dripping from my fingers. I sat back on my haunches as I recovered and looked up at the camera, waiting for the voice to comment.

The voice was quiet. I sat in awkward silence for almost a minute waiting for my next instruction. As I sat in the overheated silence, my post orgasm shame started to set in. I looked at the cum on my fingers in disgust. There was nothing to wipe them on but the dirt floor. I didn't want to wipe them on my running shorts, because it would show in my run home. I found a small section of grass and wiped my right hand removing most of my cum from my fingers. I wondered why the voice had gone quiet.

Another minute passed, I was fidgeting on my knees wondering if I should just get up and leave. My mind was scolding me for what I had just done. I was so desperate to satisfy my fetish that I was engaging in very risky behavior that I would be ashamed of if it were ever discovered.

"Are you proud of yourself, slut?" the voice finally asked, after almost 5 minutes.

I didn't answer, I was ashamed of myself and I didn't want to satisfy the stranger by acknowledging him.

"I bet you just want to leave and get back to your normal life," the voice continued, "you have had your forbidden fun, now you want to forget it and return to your respectable life."

It was like the stranger was pouring salt in the wound. He kept stoking the shame I felt, expertly using his words to increase my shame. He was right, my mind had gone to dressing and running home to get back to work before anyone discovered what I had done.

"Look what a stranger can make you do just for the privilege or swallowing his stale semen from a dirty shot glass," the voice chided, "You're not a normal, well-mannered man, you're a perverted little boy with a secret fetish aren't you slut?"

My shame had risen to a level, I had never experienced. I didn't defend myself, I just sat there with my head down, wallowing in a sea of shame. Maybe the stranger was right, maybe I was a perverted boy with a secret fetish. I was shocked by how far I had fallen in just two days.

"Let's see if you can continue to perform for me now. I want to see if your libido or your shame control you," the voice explained, "If your libido controls you, you will swallow the second sample for me right now. If you don't it proves to me that you are controlled by shame. The choice is yours."

I was struggling. I did just want to pull on my clothes and leave. But I didn't want to lose the chance to have access to the stranger in the future. The test was indeed well designed. I tried to imagine what it would be like to suck out a second load from the stranger after I had already orgasmed, and my desire waned. I rose to my feet and walked to the workbench.

Mike Tests the Strength of his Fetish

I picked up the second shot glass and turned to face the camera. I brought the glass up to my lips and I could smell the strong odor created by the sample baking in 100-degree temperature in the shed. It was far less appealing to me now compared to the first sample. I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do it. I looked straight into the camera and then tipped my head back allowing the viscous fluid to slowly fall down the side of the glass into my open mouth. I licked the sides of the glass and then swallowed. I opened my mouth towards the camera to show that I had completed the test successfully.

"Good boy," the voice acknowledged, "you are a deviant pervert aren't you slut?"

"Did I pass the test?" I asked like a child looking for approval.

"You did, pervert, we are ready to take the next step, tomorrow you come to the shed, and I will give you the real thing," the voice informed, "But now that you've crossed this important step, you need to start acting like my regular cocksucker. When you dress yourself to leave, I want you to leave your underwear here. From now on, you will arrive wearing only your shoes and running shorts, I have no need for undergarments and neither do you. Also, you will find a leather collar on the bench. I want you to wear that on your run to and from our meetings to show your devotion to me and my world class cock."

"I don't know if I can do that," I said, considering the fact that my cock would be clearly visible through my thin dry weave running shorts. I was also concerned about people seeing me wearing a collar in public.

"Why?" the voice asked, in a serious tone.

"Because my cock will show through my shorts. When they get wet, they cling and it's like I'd be running naked. The collar is impossible to explain. Runners don't wear collars, and without a shirt, it will be obvious," I replied.

"You don't want people to see your cock?" the voice asked, "Is it because you are starting to get hard again?"

I looked down and discovered the stranger was right, my cock was at nearly full staff.

"Jeezus," I mumbled, "I can't go out in the world with this thing under my shorts, it's obscene."

"Get dressed," the voice commanded, "my time is limited."

I walked to the bench and pulled on the thin running shorts. My cock tented in front creating a lewd display. I stood on one foot as I pulled on each sock, then I pulled on each show and knelt to lace them up.

"Don't forget your collar, bitch," the voice reminded.

I picked up the black leather collar off the bench and looked at it to determine how it worked. The band was about two inches wide. It had the conventional buckle and holes like a miniature belt. I put it around my neck and worked to fasten the buckle to the right diameter. I wanted it tight enough so it didn't bounce when I ran but loose enough that I didn't choke on it.

I attached the collar turned to leave.

"Show me the collar, bitch," the voice said.

I turned to the camera and waited for the stranger's approval.

"Don't you look like a wanton slut with your cock showing through your shorts and my collar clearly displaying your willingness to submit," the voice scoffed.

"I need to get back to work," I answered, in a tone that showed my patience was running low.

"Same time tomorrow, pervert," the voice commanded, "You will come to the shed, strip except for your collar and kneel waiting to service me."

"I'll be here," I said, quietly, in a voice that showed deep submission.

"By the way, every time you arrive or leave, please check the mailbox I will try to leave something for you to entice and reward you as part of your conditioning," the voice explained.

"You mean even today?" I asked, wondering how he managed to leave another sample for me while I was in the shed. Then I recalled the moments of silence when he let me sit in shame after my orgasm.

"Yes pervert," the voice confirmed, "I left you a reward, please face the house while you enjoy it. I want to watch you swallow it with a hard on while you wear my collar. I will take great pleasure watching you display your deviant fetish in broad daylight on a public street."

I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. My wet shorts clung to my sweaty body revealing a detailed outline of my cock to anyone who looked. I'd be lucky to make it home without being arrested for indecent exposure. Yet he wanted me to stop and swallow more cum before I finished running home?

"You may leave now, slut," the voice commanded.

The Collared Bitch Runs Home

I opened the shed door and walked out into the much cooler air. My body was covered in sweat, even my hair was starting to get soaked. I looked down at my shorts and my worst fears were confirmed. My hard cock was pressed tightly against the thin fabric of my running shorts clearly showing my glans that surrounded the tip. I could feel the thick leather collar around my neck resting on my shoulder blades. I looked like a freak.

I walked past the garage towards the mailbox. Fortunately, the street was empty. I paused at the mailbox and pulled open the door. Inside, I found another shot glass full of cum. He must have jacked off while he was watching me and slipped outside to leave it for me during the pause after I came. I quickly grabbed it and looked up at the house. I brought the glass to my lips and tipped my head back ready to swallow my third load of the strangers semen in less than 20 minutes.

I swallowed it down and licked the glass clean. Then I set it back in the mailbox and closed the door. As soon as I swallowed my libido shot into the stratosphere. If he had asked me to come inside and suck him right then, I would have gladly done it. My throbbing cock tented my shorts creating an obscene presentation to the rest of the world. I had no choice but to run home as fast as I could. I hoped that a rigorous pace would deflate my cock so that my perversion would be less obvious.

Mike Runs Home Hard and Collared

I flew down Pleasant Avenue and made a sweeping turn onto Berkshire. I could feel the collar bouncing on my shoulder blades as each of my strides connected with the ground. I was flying down Berkshire, my collar bouncing and my cock swinging around in my shorts like a miniature Tarzan swinging from the trees.

I could feel the three loads of the stranger's sperm curdling in my stomach. Every time I inhaled through my mouth, the taste of cum overloaded my senses. In just 48 hours, I had gone from a normal guy with a fantasy to swallowing 4 loads of a stranger's cum without even meeting him face to face. I was quickly descending into a dark world and I was losing my ability to control my own actions.

I saw a runner approaching me up ahead. In a few seconds, I knew we were going to pass as we headed in opposite directions. I hoped that she was too into her run to notice my collar or worse yet, my swinging cock. I increased my pace to my top sustainable speed, hoping to pass her too quickly for her to take a detailed look at my condition.

At 25 yards, I could see her eyes. I could see she was glancing at my neck.

"Shit, she sees the collar," I thought to myself as I tried to act like everything was normal.

A second later, we were 20 yards apart. I could see her eyes looking lower now. When we were 10 yards apart, I kept looking straight ahead, trying to act like my sprint was so strong, I was in a zone. At the last second, I made eye contact and saw the look of disgust on her face. She had clearly seen my cock swinging in my sheer shorts and immediately deduced that I was a pervert trying to get my rocks off by exposing myself.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself, "Someone is going to report me if I'm not careful."

I kept running, I was now just 5 minutes from home. My heart rate was maxed, I needed to slow my pace. I was worried I might need to slow to a walk to let my heart rate recover. I slowed to a light jog. At the slower pace my cock didn't swing as violently but it swing with a bigger amplitude at a slower frequency causing my shorts to tent and then drop with each stride.

Then, the lingering flavor of the stranger's cum reminded me why I was doing this. I hadn't just satisfied my fantasy of swallowing cum, I had surpassed my wildest dream. I had ingested more cum in two days than I would have expected to swallow in a month. Tomorrow, I was going to have the opportunity to swallow it right from the source. As my thoughts raced, my cock started to fill with blood again. I turned into my neighborhood and then onto my street.

Soon I was back at my door. When I saw my reflection in the window, I was shocked to see how obvious the thick black collar was around my neck. I raced inside, stripped off my wet shorts and threw them on the steps going upstairs. I went directly into my office to see if I had an email from the stranger.

I sat at my desk, naked, and removed the collar. I placed the collar in my top desk drawer where it wouldn't be found. Then I checked my email.

There was a message from the stranger. I opened it and read it as follows:

"You did well today cum slut. Tomorrow, you start your first day of regular service. Please remember to wear only your collar and running shorts on your way here (no underwear, ever again). Also remember the mailbox is your dead drop, you will find my rewards for you in there upon arrival and sometimes on departure. You will always serve me in the shed, you will wait for me there naked and on your knees. I will see you arrive using my ring camera. I trust that my big balls produce enough cum to keep you and your deep fetish satisfied."

Attached to the email was a video. I opened it and watched a recording of me jacking off, on my knees, naked on the dirt floor of the shed. I looked like such a deviant, covered in sweat, in a dirty old shed. I reached for my cock and started stroking. I couldn't control myself.

I opened the stranger's cock pic from yesterday and maximized it on my screen while I jacked myself off in a frenzy. I stopped for a second to pull the collar back out of my drawer and put it on. I wanted to show my devotion to the stranger while I got myself off. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as I spanked myself like a fiend.

"I'm going to suck you big cock every day, sir," I said under my breath as I stroked my cock, slippery with sweat.

"You're right, I am now your cum slut, I will swallow as many loads as you wish," I growled, feeding into my lustful mood.

"I will wear your collar proudly, and do anything you ask of me," my voice shook with excitement, "It was exhilarating to show my cock to the world as I ran home. I don't care if people know I'm your willing pervert."

I was working myself into a full blown mental break down while I jacked myself to oblivion. In that moment, I didn't care about any consequences, I just needed to cum. It was like I was having a break with reality.

"Fuck me with that big cock!" I yelled as my cock unloaded the first of many cum missiles on to my hardwood floor.

I spasmed wildly as my orgasm continued, I tried to keep my focus on the picture of the stranger's cock. I wanted to imagine what it would be like to take that cock in every hole and fully submit to the stranger.

My orgasm was epic. There was cum everywhere. I rushed to the kitchen to grab a roll or paper towels to clean up after myself. The floor and my office chair got the worst of it. But there were remnants on my desk even a few on my keyboard. When I was done cleaning, I realized I was still wearing the collar.

I removed the collar and threw it in my desk drawer. I had a meeting in 10 minutes and I still needed to shower and get dressed. I had gone twenty minutes past my lunch hour and I was running very late. But I still took a moment to reply to the stranger's email as follows:

"Thank you for providing so many samples today. I enjoyed having a chance to satisfy my fetish more than once today. Each time you feed me, it leaves me just wanting more. I can't wait to be in your shed tomorrow"

In two short days, the stranger had used my fantasy to take me on a rapid descent into a deviant lifestyle. I enjoyed the rapid descent but in the back of my mind, I wondered if I was getting in too deep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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