Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

I closed my eyes, cringing at the thought of what I was in store for. I wanted to kick myself for not changing into civilian clothes at the airport.

"I asked a fucking question, Steven. I don't understand why you insist on defying me!" he yelled angrily.

"Senior Captain, sir!" I replied, as I realized I sounded like a private in the Army, answering his sergeant.

He continued to circle me with his hands behind his back, cock arched forward and protruding from the robe.

"Senior Captain... Captain Cocksucker... Senior Captain Cocksucker. That suits you, my friend. Your skills are commensurate with the Senior Captain title. Now Senior Captain Cocksucker, what are we to do about your insubordination?"

"I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again. I was overwhelmed and--"

"Hush! Did I give you permission to speak?" he asked harshly, as he pulled the robe tie from around his waist and stepped behind me.

"Sorry, sir, please let me suck your cock and make it up to you."

"Not sure how performing your normal prescribed duties makes up for insubordination, but I do like you referring to me as sir. That's a little more respectful and a good start."

"Thank you, sir. Can I please perform my duties, now sir?" I asked, hoping to distract him.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Senior Captain Cocksucker. But we have issues to resolve first.

He stepped behind me and fed the robe tie, between my elbows and back, then cinched and tied it, pulling my elbows together behind me while pulling the cuffs tight to my chest. Next, he brought a barstool from the kitchen island around, and placed it in front of me.

"Put your foot up on the stool, please," he commanded calmly.

I complied, struggling to maintain my balance on one leg with my arms bound. Then, he untied and removed my shoe. Next, he removed the sock and placed it in my shoe before ordering me to switch feet. After my shoes and socks were removed, he moved nose to nose with me and his breath washed over my face. I'm sure I cringed at the thought of him kissing me, while his hands began to loosen my belt. He pulled the belt free and placed it on the counter next to the shoes, then he began to unzip my pants, while he popped the button free.

The unwanted tingling in my cock returned once again, and I quickly brought the image of my grandmother's naked body to mind. I accidentally saw her as a child and the image was forever embedded in my brain. It quelled the tingling and stopped my cock from betraying me again. He peeled my fly open and wriggled my pants over my hips and stopped with a grin.

"A bikini-briefs guy, I see. Appropriate for a cocksucker of your caliber, Senior Captain." He circled me again with my pants clinging to my thighs. Then as he stepped behind me, I felt a little slap to my ass. "That tight, little ass looks good in blue."

I didn't reply, but stood there compliantly, taking my humiliation, hoping it would suffice for my 'punishment' for insubordination.

Next, he gripped the pants and pulled them down hard to my ankles. "Step out, please." He commanded and I complied.

He circled again, with his hands caressing my ass through my briefs. "So what's it gonna be, Steven? Do I get to pop this cherry this morning, or are you choosing plan B?"

For emphasis he reached into the bag and pulled out the large spatula as I recalled the sting from just four swats the other day. Now he was threatening forty-five! While I pondered my response, he gripped the briefs and yanked them to my ankles.

"Kick them off, Senior Captain," he said calmly, and stepped behind me caressing my naked ass. "Oh, that's smooth."

The tingle returned and I struggled to get control of myself again, but managed to halt another hard-on. I kicked off the underwear and spread my legs wide for a little more stability. It was amazing how having my arms tied affected my balance.

"Cock or spatula?" he whispered, squeezing my buns, and spreading them.

"Please, just let me suck--"

A strong, open-handed slap to my ass stopped me short.

"What did I tell you about begging?"

"I'm not gay! I can't take you in the ass. I'll suck your dick all day, but if you're making me choose, I take option B," I answered, shakily.

"Okay, knees please, Captain Cocksucker, let me think about this for a minute." He tossed his robe aside and stood naked with his nine-inch pole pointing dead ahead.

I dropped to my knees and was reminded that they had already been abused today. The tile hurt even more than the concrete, now that I was without pants. I quickly lowered my ass to my heels to relieve pressure to my knees. That put is cock right at mouth level and I opened, ready to receive him. He put his hands on his hips and swung is huge cock like a club.

Hoping to distract him from his punishment plans, I opened and lunged for it, but he dodged and swung it back whacking me in the cheek. "There's my hungry, little cock sucker," he said, as he swung again, this time connecting with the side of my head, knocking my cap askew. He quickly, grabbed the cap and held it to my head. "Easy Captain, I haven't given you permission yet."

Feeling the weight of his cock reminded me why plan A would never work. Then, he reached behind me and gripped the tie binding my elbows while the heat of his cock pressed against my cheek and ear. Next, he yanked me up to the upright position leaving my knees to bear my weight. He gripped my cap and pushed my head down while he tauntingly thumped my face, side to side with his cock. After a few thumps, he released me and went back to the bag. This time, he pulled out an oddly-shaped, seven or eight-inch dildo that was arched like a banana, but the shaft looked like three balls, on a three-quarter inch diameter shaft. Each ball was slightly larger with the biggest about two inches in diameter. He pressed it onto the counter and a suction cup held it in place.

I looked at it with a disturbed expression that caused him to smile. "Not liking plan C, Captain? But you haven't heard about it yet."

"I'll take the spatula, sir, please," I said quickly.

"Shhh," he shushed me softly. "Here's the deal. My plan, plan A, was to let you suck my cock 'til I came in your mouth, then I would lube you up and fuck that virgin ass 'til I came again. Plan B is forty-five whacks for the forty-five minutes you fucked with me, then you suck me 'til I come in your mouth. However, with plan A, once the punishment begins, there is no stopping until all forty-five swats are delivered.

But I will give you a third option, that might be less traumatic for you. With this plan, you take your whacks ten at a time. After each set of ten, you will decide to continue or stop. If you stop, you just lower yourself onto the rubber cock while you suck me off. You will need to make me come in your mouth twice since you are not giving me your cherry. If you last the forty-five whacks with plan B or C you keep your cherry. With plan C, you have an out if you decide the dildo is preferable to the spatula, and you don't have to take this in the ass today." He thumped me on the chin for emphasis. "If you can't take the rubber cock, you can revert back to finishing your whacks."

I looked at dildo in contrast to him. The head of the dildo was about a one-inch ball with a three-quarter-inch nipple on the end, then an inch or so span of three-quarter-inch shaft between the first and second ball. Ball two was about an inch-and-one-half in diameter and the third was about two-inches. The third was nearly as big around as him. While I contemplated, I the thought of taking the dildo in my ass seemed impossible. "Please, I won't do it again, I promise..."

"Plan B it is." He jerked the robe tie and held me uncomfortably high while he reached the spatula.

"No, no, please plan C!" I yelled desperately.

I thought to myself, between, Officer--fucking--Reeves and Mark--fucking--Thomas, I was about--fucking--done with A-B-Cs.

"Finally, a decision. Round one. Ten touches of the spatula or the dildo?" he asked firmly.

I hesitated, trying to imagine taking ten swats, but the dildo seemed worse.

"Spatula or dildo, Captain?" he asked, with his patience wearing thin.

"Spatula," I answered shakily.

Whack! "One Mississippi," whack! "Two Mississippi..." He counted as my cap flew off from the first impact.

The sting was far, far worse than I remembered. And with only one to each ass cheek, I knew, I would never make it to ten, let alone forty-five. "Dildo, please dildo!" I yelled.

The pressure on my arms as he pulled me up and forward, seemed to intensify my knee pain, but the sting in my ass was much worse.

Whack! "Three Mississippi," whack! "Four Mississippi..."

"Dildo please!" I shouted, eyes watering.

Whack! "Five Mississippi," whack! "Six Mississippi..."

"Cock please! Fuck my ass please!" I screamed as he hit with unbelievable force.

"Too late for that Captain. You've made your choice."