Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

about disobeying me again, your choice will be jail, or, your naked ass over my knee for a spanking on the front porch.

Everything off and on your knees, you have thirty seconds," he commanded.

I complied quickly, kicking my shoes off and stripping, bare-ass naked, in the perve's kitchen. There I was staring face to face with the tent in his terry-cloth robe.

My own cock was limp and shriveled from the shock of this morning's chain of events.

His expression grew more devious as an idea came to him. "All right, Steven, thank you for complying. Your continued compliance is required for the rest of our time together. You are going to stroke me hard and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. If you can do that without your poor, little cock getting hard, I'll know you're not a true cocksucker, and this will be the last time. But if you get hard, we'll both know you were meant to be my bitch. I'll be right back, don't move."

The arrogance on his face as he spoke was nauseating. And he casually walked out of the room, still talking incessantly. "When I come back, you are going to ask permission to touch my cock. Then you are going to describe how my cock feels in your hands as you stroke me hard. Then you will tell me how much you've thought about sucking my cock again, and thank me for letting you take my cum. If you're not convincing, I'll call my good friend, Officer Reeves, and you can ride into work with him. There will be no discussion, debate, whining or begging for mercy. The only begging will be you begging to please suck my cock." He was now yelling from the other room.

To top off a perfectly-fucked morning, he returned with a small tripod and video camera. He kneeled down causing his robe to open, as he looked through the camera. "Try sitting back on your heels, Steven, I think that will put your mouth at the perfect level. Please remove that pathetic expression off your face, Steven." He looked at me then back through the camera. "That's a little better. You can do better, Steven," he said calmly, as he carefully adjusted the camera. "Ready, Steven, and action."

His cock peeked through the gap in his robe as he stood up and approached. I was numb from the events of this morning. As he was telling me what would happen, I tried to think of the most disturbing images I could imagine, to prevent my traitorous hard-on from returning. Images, of my grandmother naked when I was a teenager and accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom, the pain from my broken arm at age ten when my forearm bent horribly backward. Those images were stuck in my mind forever.

He stood in front of me, and I tried to recall his commands as a snapshot of gramma's wrinkled, flabby tits filled my brain. His robe was open about two inches revealing his slightly-engorged, pink cock arching down toward the floor. The image of Officer Reeve's black cock flashed in my head contrasting the difference in color. The taste of his cum lingered strongly in my mouth, as I closed my eyes to picture gramma.

He cleared his throat. "What is it you need, Steven?"

I opened my eyes, afraid to look at his cock, so I looked up at him, replaying his commands through the fog in my head. "Can I please su— touch your cock, a— Mr. Thomas," I asked, shakily.

"Yes, you can, Steven, thanks for asking. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised when you showed up this morning with your little hard-on in your jogging shorts. When you first solicited me to let you see my dick, I was kind of disgusted. But when you sucked my cock, it really was the best blowjob ever," he replied, standing arrogantly presenting his manhood.

I recalled the image of my mangled arm as I reached for his cock. He pulled the robe open and put his hands on his hips to hold it there, revealing his dark pubes and toned stomach with a treasure trail from his bellybutton down. My cock was still down and out, and I recalled the pain of my arm as the jagged bone gouged the flesh inside my arm.

I gripped his cock from underneath and began to stroke slowly. The heat from it began to permeate up my arm, down through my chest and abdomen, settling into my groin. I closed my eyes again picturing my gramma and it seemed to stop it.

"Oh yeah, Steven." He sighed and my balls tingled. "It had been a long time since anyone touched me there, and when you did on Saturday, you woke something in me, Steven. I'd never been touched by another man, but you knew just what to do. Auh!" he gasped, and pushed his pelvis forward.

His words pushed gramma from my mind and the image of his cock fucking my hands the morning of our first encounter replaced it. His cock head bursting through my hands inches from my face, was the moment I completely lost control the first time. It was so big hard and hot...

My dick was tingling again, as he was again hardening from my touch. I tried to think about the broken arm as he moaned with pleasure. "Oh yeah, Steven, get hard with me, my friend."

My inner voice yelled out, "You're not my fucking friend!"

I opened my eyes to see his cock now pointing straight at me and getting harder and warmer with each stroke.

"That's it, Steven, look how hard you make me. I can't stop thinking about how good your mouth felt. Oh, damn, Steven stroke me!" He whimpered. "Make me as hard as you were when I rubbed you off in your shorts."

I could feel him stiffening as I stoked him harder and faster, the tingling in my cock was too much, I was hardening right along with him, and suddenly remembered his command.

"You feel so warm and hard..." As I said it, I felt his cock pulse with a rush of blood stiffening him further causing my cock to quickly surrender to full, skin-stretching hardness.

Recalling his instructions, I continued. "I can't stop thinking about how your cock felt in my mouth. How you filled me completely. I needed to take it all..."

"Damn, Steven, you took me so deep, my friend. Fuck!" He gasped and grabbed my hand, making me slow down. I knew what I had to do next.

"Thank you for coming in my mouth. Can I please suck your cock again? Please cum in my mouth again, Mr. Thomas," I begged. When I recalled losing some of his cum down my chin the last time, I added, without thinking, "I want to take it all."

"You are hard as rock again, Steven. So you are my full-time bitch now, aren't you?" he asked, with his smug grin.

The thought of that was terrifying, and I started to plead again, but recalled his warning and stopped myself. "Pl... Yes, I'm your bitch, Mr. Thomas, can I please suck you off?"

"Yes, thank you, Steven," he said, grinning down at me.

My hand had rhythmically been stroking him and his pre-cum had formed a glistening dollop on the tip of his elongated cock head. I licked it off and his creamy, sweet juice flooded my taste buds, sending another pulse through my throbbing cock. With that, I opened and slid his hot, silky-smooth cock head between my lips, holding them firm, so he felt tight resistance as he entered me.

"Steven, my friend, I am so glad you're my cocksucker now. I am going to love this so much. Your mouth is so fucking good." He moaned holding perfectly still. "Fuck my cock with that hungry, fucking mouth, you horny, little, cock-sucking bitch," he practically growled.

I pushed him halfway in and pulled out to the tip in four or five rapid head bobs and almost lost my balance. So I reached around and gripped his ass with both hands for stability. His ass was smooth and firm, causing me to grip him harder and speed up my head bobs. His groans intensified and I pushed him in deeper, relaxing my throat.

"Fuck! You are so hungry for cock, my little bitch! Take it all, Steven, take, it AH! Fuck!"

I pushed him in harder and deeper with each bob, slowing a little for better control, as I timed my head thrusts to prevent gagging on his eight-inch monster. My lips suctioned to his veiny shaft feeling each bump and ridge. His skin was stretched so tight over his hot steel, it felt like silk. My fingers dug into his buns and pulled him into my throat, then I pulled my head back to the edge of his mushroom tip. and wiggled my tongue. When I thrust him back into my throat, he lost control.

"Fuck my cock with that mouth, you fucking whore!" he yelled, echoing through his kitchen. "Take! My! Cum! Bitch!" He grunted with each jet of jizz, he unloaded in my throat and mouth.

I nodded and moaned as I continued to throat-fuck him. I can't explain the roller coaster of thoughts, as the humiliation from what he was making me do, battled with the need to feel my lips hit his pubes and ball sack. The feeling of victory that came from taking all of that giant cock into me and making him cum so hard was a disturbing rush of lustful excitement. But the thought of getting caught and ruining my marriage was equally terrifying. I was ashamed when the taste of his creamy nectar made me want to take every drop.

His hand rested on my head. "You are an obedient, little bitch, Steven, thank you," he said panting. Do you want to come now, Steven?" I nodded, as I sucked him steadily, taking him to the throat and back, milking him completely. "I thought so. Jack off like the cock-sucking, little bitch you were born to be, Steven. Know what it feels like to come with a man cock in your mouth."

My cock needed relief from the moment I took Officer Reeves in my mouth, and despite his degrading command, the need to come was overwhelming. I gripped myself amazed at my hardness and moaned as I began to stroke myself.

"That's it cocksucker, show me how much you love my cock in that bitch mouth."

I can't explain it but having him in my mouth had me in a lustful frenzy like I had never felt. I jacked off furiously groaning and whimpering into his cock as a massive orgasm hit me. My left hand squeezed his ass for support as I felt a blast of cum burst free and splat to the floor. My muscles tightened and body jerked with each jet of my seed hitting his floor. My hand was a blur as I jerked off uncontrollably.

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me off his cock, then began to rub his soaked cock on my face, as I groaned like an animal still unloading from the day's pent-up frustrations and complete lack of control. When the orgasm finally passed, I released my cock, and he held my face against his dick.

"I didn't think you could top the other day, but that was the most enthusiastic blow job blowjob ever. And I have never seen anyone spank the monkey like that, ever! I'm glad you've accepted your new role so vigorously, Steven," he said, as he stepped back and pushed my head toward the floor. "Now lick up all your jizz from my floor and you can go for today. I'll text you when I need you again."

I dropped to all fours and pushed back as he tried to force my head to the floor.

"Are you disobeying me" Steven?"

"No, please don't..."

He released me and took a step to get something from the counter. Then he gripped my hair and held me firm. Suddenly a stinging pain jolted my left ass cheek as he struck me with thick metal spatula in rapid fire swats. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Do I need to repeat..."

"No, Mr. Thomas," I whined, and leaned down toward the first drop.

He released me and stepped away. "Good, Steven, every drop please. Wow, you got some distance, my friend. Let's make sure we are clear, Steven. I own you now. The police know you're a cock-hungry slut that will break the law to get what you want. We're still recording this session and we now have a few videos you wouldn't want your wife to see. So disobedience will not be tolerated." He reached down and rubbed my burning ass. "This little, red ass is mine now, Steven. And I need to hear you say it."

I cringed at the thought, but did not want to feel the spatula again. "My ass is yours Mr. Thomas."

Her kept rubbing it, making me even more queasy. "Good, now lick up every drop and you can leave. I've got all I need for today. But I am looking forward to exploring so much more with you, Steven."

I continued licking up my own cum, trying to get just the cum without licking the whole fucking floor.

"You should know, as long as you obey, I will keep our sessions discreet. It is not my intention to mess up your marriage or career. I understand you have a life and as long as you make every reasonable effort to service my needs, I won't interfere with your family time. Morning run time could work well, I think. But I can be flexible. There's some right there." He pointed at another drop.

"So do we have an understanding, Steven?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas," I said, and went back to clean up duty.

The number of droplets I scattered jacking myself off like a barbarian, was further humiliation. He stood over me pointing out droplet after droplet until we could see no more. When I started to get up, he stopped me with a stern voice. "Did I say you could stand, Steven?"

"No, Mr. Thomas, sorry." I returned to all fours.

"You can get back to your knees, Steven. I do like to see you there." I rose up on my knees, and he looked down with a condescending smile. "What do you say, Steven?"

I looked up at him confused. Then it hit me. "Thank you, Mr. Thomas."

"What are you thanking me for, Steven?"

"For letting me suck your cock."

"And..."

"Thank you for coming in my mouth, Mr. Thomas," I said, growing redder faced by the second.

"And..."

I was clueless.

"I am making you my bitch, Steven," he said, tauntingly.

"Thank you for making me your bitch, Mr. Thomas."

"You're welcome, Steven. Now get dressed and go home to your family."

He turned off the recorder and watched me dress. Somehow that seemed like the most humiliating part of the day, as I slinked back into my clothes while he watched somewhat impatiently.

"I have to say, you made this very easy, Steven. I thought I saw you drive by Saturday afternoon, but the Ring video wasn't clear enough to identify you. Imagine my surprise when you put yourself front and center on the door cam and patio cam, trying to break in. No mistaking it's you. And hey, you actually parked in view of the door cam this morning. I've got quite the collection going now, all dated and time stamped.

"I'll text you a copy of our new video, Steven. I'm sure you'll want to jack off to this one, too. Judging from that show you just put on, you are a true MASTER, masturbator. Don't worry though, I'll let you jack off whenever you make me cum.

Now you can go, Steven. I'll see you soon, my friend."

I eagerly exited his house and headed to my car, with my tablet and phones. As I walked, I was dumfounded that just over an hour ago, I was sitting in the car with a master plan. I said out loud, "Brilliant, fucking plan, Wayne. Brilliant, fucking plan."

"So you were able to reach consensus then, Mr. Stilson?" asked Officer Reeves from behind his cruiser.

I jumped, startled by his voice. "You could say that," I replied, sarcastically.

"Glad I could help. Today could have gone much worse for you, Mr. Stilson, trust me on that. You should be grateful." He stared at me.

"I am grateful. Thank you, Officer Reeves. See you soon," I added, to let him know I understood this was not my last encounter with him.

I got into the car and mumbled, "Really fucking grateful, Officer—fucking—Reeves and Mark—fucking—Thomas. Really fucking grateful."

I drove out of there as quickly as I could without violating any laws. I did not want something else to be grateful for that day.

As I drove away, I received a text on the burner.

Mark: Almost forgot. You owe me $400 for the blowjob I let you give the other day. Please put it in an envelope under my front door mat within the hour or I will need to share our video. Also, leave the ATM receipt.

Me: Please stop.

Mark: You suck cock so well; I will gladly let you service me for free going forward. But you need to clear your debt. After this you are paid up for past services and we are even. All future services will be free of charge. Have a nice day, Steven. Good work today my friend.

Me: OK

Once again, I did as commanded and left the money, hopeful he would keep his word. I did not see any other options, and this, unfortunately, only added to his video collection as I had to leave the money in full view of the Ring doorbell cam. I wore sunglasses and a ball cap but had little hope the disguise would fool the camera.

To be continued...