Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

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Tuesday morning, climbing into the cockpit. I hoped the familiar feeling of control would return, but even as I took the yoke in hand, a flash of the first moment I touched another man's cock filled my thoughts.

Three days ago, none of these thoughts even existed in my head. Now they filled it constantly.

Why did I ever go jogging that morning?

Why did I ever stop and go back to look after passing the apparently-levitating dick?

How did I let myself get pulled into his twisted blackmail game?

Why did I not leave well enough alone, instead of trying to play detective and bring him down?

I could have been free of it, with just the bad memory of one regrettable morning. Now I was forced to be the 'cocksucker' for, not one, but two pervs--with no way out that wouldn't blow up my life.

The worst part of all of it was, in those quiet moments alone, replaying those two fateful mornings in my head, my cock betrayed me--just as it did that second morning with Mark. I tell myself it wouldn't really have mattered. He would not have really let me go. But I will never know since I failed. I could not suck his cock without getting hard myself. So, what did that say about me? Did part of me really want this?

I told them I was out of town until Thursday of next week. In reality, I would be home this Thursday and Friday. At least it bought a little time to think, and work on getting things better with Amy. I could not bring myself to make love to her after the encounters with Mark and Officer Reeves. And it had been so long since we made love before that, due to the stress of our recent move.

I somehow had to close that rift before it was too late. It was the longest dry spell in bed since we've been married, except for following the birth of the kids. I spoke to her mom and arranged for a surprise date night on Thursday to facilitate the make-up.

I was grateful for my pairing with my good friend, Andrew, in the co-pilot seat that morning. We kept a good conversation going, so my mind did not wander to the images that seemed to haunt me.

We ended the day with an overnight in New York and I turned in immediately, avoiding socializing at dinner. I went to bed at eight to get a good night's rest after a mind-numbing few days. I actually had my tablet in hand battling with the perv voice Mark planted in my head, telling me to watch the video even though, I knew there was nothing in it that could exonerate me in this. It would only serve to solidify my tormentors story.

As if reading my mind, I received a text from Mark referring to me with the fake name I originally gave him.

Mark: Here is your video, Steven. Watch it and call me as soon as you are done. I have a plan for you tonight.

My heart raced and my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I did not want to watch, but had to know what it looked like. I hit play and there I was buck naked on my knees looking at him,

"What is it you need, Steven?" he asked, grinning.

"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 tight 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 with his semi-hard cock pointing at me, and my dick limp as a noodle.

I watched as I gripped his cock and began to stroke slowly. That was the moment I closed my eyes, trying to picture my gramma naked to stop from getting hard.

As I watched him telling me how good it felt, I found myself once again getting stiff right along with the two of us in the video.

"Oh yeah, Steven, get hard with me, my friend," he said, half panting.

I watched in disbelief, at how quickly I got hard from feeling him stiffen in my hand. I yelled at myself in the video. "Why the fuck couldn't you control your own cock, Wayne, why!"

His hips pumped as he fucked my hand. "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! Make me as hard as you were when I rubbed you off in your shorts."

Then I watched myself play out the *********** he forced me to follow. "You feel so warm and hard..." My cock in the video was pointed skyward, stiff as a board. "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 cringed when I heard what I said next. "Thank you for coming in my mouth. Can I please suck your cock again? Please come in my mouth again, Mr. Thomas. I want to take it all."

My hope that it would be obvious to someone watching, I was being forced, faded by the second.

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

I started to beg for mercy at that point, 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 arrogantly down at me.

I continued to watch as I sucked his cock, taking more of him with each head bob, until I had all of him. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, as my humiliation continued.

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

The sense of shame grew, as my cock stiffened watching my head bob frantically on his huge cock.

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

I clung to some hope that the video of him forcing me to the floor would make it clear that this was all forced, should Amy ever see it. But it became apparent, he did some editing that dashed that hope.

I watched as 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 still can't understand why I nodded yes. It was such a traumatizing morning. I could only think it was some kind of PTSD.

"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's cock in your mouth."

I recalled how completely hard I was at that moment, and watched as I began to stroke myself.

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

I cringed as I saw myself jacking off furiously while I sucked him dry. My left hand had a death grip on his ass to keep from falling over. He had a handful of hair as he slowly fucked my mouth. I would never have imagined how out of control I looked. My hand was a blur and Jets of spunk splattered everywhere. Now, I understood why there were so many droplets to clean up afterward. The video showed him further taunt me by rubbing his wet dick against my face.

"I didn't think you could top the other day, but that was the most enthusiastic blowjob ever. And I have never seen anyone spank the monkey like that! 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.

At that point, he did his creative editing and removed the parts where he forced my head to the floor, while unleashing on my ass with a spatula.

It was apparent he did some editing, but there would be no way to show what he removed. The view switched to me on all fours licking my cum off his floor.

"Good, Steven, every drop please. Wow, you got some distance, my friend," he taunted, then cut to another clip.

He was rubbing my ass as I cleaned my cum. "This little, red ass is mine now, Steven. And I need to hear you say it."

"My ass is yours, Mr. Thomas." I said compliantly.

My ass was red from the spatula assault, but there wasn't much hope pointing that out to Amy would help in slightest, if she ever saw this.

"Good, now lick up every drop. I'm looking forward to exploring so much more with you, Steven, but you did well today, thank you."

The video continued with him pointing out droplet after droplet, making sure I got them all before it cut off.

My heart sank when it finished. There would be no explaining any of the videos to Amy. I lay there ashamed and sick to my stomach. I could not see any way out of his trap and stared at the ceiling in a fog. My humiliation was only exacerbated by the fact my dick was half hard as I pondered.