A Cock In The Hand - S01 E37

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

My stomach churned with an overwhelming hodgepodge of feelings. Shame, lust, disgust, doom, anticipation, excitement, anger, all rolled through my mind like a whirling disco ball of thoughts reflecting in my brain.

When Mark opened the door in his white terry cloth robe, hanging open to reveal his limp cock, which was bigger than mine in my semi-erect state. As my eyes locked on his manhood, my own cock stirred shamefully toward a full hard-on.

His arrogant grin lit up, as he saw where my eyes immediately went. "Happy to see me, I can tell, CC."

CC was the nickname he had given as an abbreviation for Captain Cock-whore. I am an airline captain, and he derived great pleasure incorporating my title into his condescending nickname for me. It only helped to emphasize all that I stood to lose if he released all the videos, pics, and text messages he had on me.

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied compliantly, and sadly, but also truthfully.

I had been away, and he had taunted me into a constant state of arousal that I needed to relieve. Despite a rather passionate encounter with my wife Amy the previous day, I had been in a revved-up state all day, anticipating what he had in store for me.

"Your uniform is in the bedroom. Please put it on and contemplate where you would like to receive me first, ass or mouth," he said, looking toward the hall to the bedroom. "When you are dressed, please bring your four-hundred-dollar buy-in and let me know your decision."

As I walked to the bedroom, I knew my choice, and I'm sure he did too. I needed to use my superpower. It made my cock hard, knowing I was the only one to ever take him all into my throat. It made my cock hard, feeling him so deep inside me. It made my cock hard, smelling him and tasting him. It made my cock hard, wearing the stockings and the mask. As I eyed the 'uniform' on the bed, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me.

I put it on', with my cock stiff as a board. As I pulled the stockings up my legs, the feel of them only made matters worse. I looked at myself as I clipped the garter belt to the top of the nylons. I turned sideways to see my profile with my raging boner.

I watched myself, as I put on the bright-red spandex T, with the outline of a limp cock and balls with the capital letters 'CC' inside. When I put on the mask, the transformation was complete. I was 'Captain Cock-whore', able to down ten inches in a single swallow.

I took one last look at my profile in the silk thigh-highs and garter, cock at full staff, ready to service his monster cock for as long as he would let me.

When I entered the kitchen, he acted stunned. "Holy fuck, CC. Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"

His cock had begun to grow, now arching out through the front of the robe. I gazed at it, willing it to stiffen, as he removed the four-hundred dollars from my hand.

"Can I please suck your cock, sir?" I asked, not breaking my stare and oblivious to the implication of paying him before sucking his dick.

"Ah yes, that magical mouth. You may proceed, Captain. But pace yourself, it's going to be a long evening," he said, waving a hand for me to kneel.

I did as commanded, as he slipped off the robe and let it fall, leaving him naked before me. I knelt and looked up at him, as I extended my tongue and leaned in. My flattened tongue touched the underside of his rising cock head, and I raised his hot meat up, swirling my tongue as I tasted the salty, sweet dick.

We sighed together, as I felt him stiffening quickly, swirling my tongue, and kissing his cock head. His musky scent and salty taste, sent a rush of blood into my granite-like hard-on.

I turned my head to the side and licked the underside of his shaft, slowly but firmly, down his length, until I reached his balls. Then, I slowly licked and rubbed his sack with my palm. His moans of pleasure and stiffening dick made me all the more aroused. I hummed, as I licked every inch of his balls before, gripping his stiff boner and licking his length, moving balls to tip and back again, until I covered every bit of him.

Then I moved back to the tip and pressed him into my mouth. When the rim of his hood slipped past my lips, I paused lapping at him with my tongue, with my lips sealed over his plump cock head. The silky smoothness of his skin combined with his warm stiffness and the sweet taste of pre-cum, made it all worth it.

Both my hands gripped him as I engulfed his manhood, with my tongue in constant motion. A few short weeks earlier, the sight and thought of what I was doing would have repulsed me. At that moment, it aroused every bit of me. His moans sent chills through me, as I pressed him further into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, CC. Do your thing, my friend," he sighed.

I began to bob up and down on his cock, pushing him to the back of my throat then pulling him back to the tip, faster and harder each time. With each thrust, I willed my throat to open and take more of him. My cock tingled like a thousand feathers were tickling it all at once.

As I pushed him deeper, an impossible amount of saliva flooded his cock; I have no idea how my throat and esophagus could stretch to receive him, but they did. My hands gripped his ass, and I pulled myself further onto him with each bob. He was so hot and hard; I was in awe that a cock like that could be every bit as hard as mine.

His ass clenched in my hands, as his hands pulled my head toward him. My cock felt stretched like a balloon ready to pop,' as it pointed to the ceiling, so hard it didn't even bounce as my body moved back and forth.

Saliva flooded my chin and neck, and I frantically fucked him with my throat. "Oh fuck, Captain!" he groaned, driving me to take all of him, as my reward would soon flood my drooling mouth.

I bobbed harder, pushing him deeper. until my lip met his bush and that great sense of power rushed through me, knowing I was the only one to take all of him. I moaned, and I plunged myself onto him and bounced back over and over, as his groans intensified.

"Oh fuck!" he growled, as his legs began to tremble and the first shot of hot jizz flooded my mouth. I swallowed as best I could, but as jet after jet of his bittersweet cum released inside me, I could not begin to capture all of it.

His hands gripped my head tightly, as my fingers clenched his ass cheeks. He came an impossible amount, as his jizz ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor.

As his climax passed, he slowed his pace, but continued to push his length inside me. I did all I could to relax, but as he held himself in my mouth to the hilt, the gag reflex kicked in. Sensing it, he took pity and pulled about halfway out, and let me milk him dry of the last of his creamy cum.

Then, as if to make sure I knew my place, he hummed for the last couple of bobs before pulling out and pushing my head toward the floor. "Excellent job, CC. Now, clean up your mess," he commanded, and put a foot to the back of my head and pushed me to the floor to lick up his spilt seed.

While I complied, he put his robe back on and watched. When he was satisfied that I got the point, he ordered me to stand. He smiled and gave a little slap to my raging hard-on. It bounced to the left and returned to its full upright and locked position almost immediately.

"Come with me to the poker room, Captain," he commanded, and turned toward a door that led to the basement.

The lights were on, and I followed him down the stairs. They were walled on both sides until a landing at the bottom. When I made the turn, I saw four men in white bathrobes, hanging open and exposing the fact they were nude underneath.

A sudden flush washed over me, as I stood on the landing with my full-on boner, for all to see. As I scanned them with my eyes, Mark began to talk.

"Gents, this is my good friend I told you about, Captain Cock-whore," he said, smiling calmly. "As you can see, he's gotten his first taste of cock for the evening, and is ready for more." Their faces lit up and they focused on my erection with delight.

He looked at me and continued. "CC, these are your 'poker buddies' tonight. You are to give them the same obedience and respect you give me. If you do that, I think you're gonna love it every bit as much as them."

He spoke calmly and matter-of-factly, as he picked the spatula off a card table that sat near the stairs. "If CC gives you any cause for concern or resistance, he responds well to a good whack on the ass. Don't you, CC?"

I stood stunned, unable to respond immediately, and when I saw his eyebrow raise with the oversized stainless-steel spatula, I snapped out of it. "Yes, sir. It won't come to that, sir."

The only other furniture in the room, besides the card table and four folding chairs, was a bed with an end table and lamp on it. There were four stacks of bills, I assumed to be their buy in, lying on the table.