A Cock in the Hand Ch. 04

Although this is a standalone story it is the fourth chapter in a series depicting the manipulation of a formerly straight married man, into a submissive cock whore subjected to the whims and pleasures of a dominant tormentor with an exceptionally large cock. It contains elements of non-consent/reluctance, humiliation and spanking.

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I sat in my car looking at the house, asking myself, why?

Why did I go back and look at the floating dick that morning?

Why did I ever come to this place after our first encounter?

Why didn't I leave well enough alone?

Why did I let him manipulate me?

Why am I here now?

Wouldn't you be better off to let Amy know?

Why not just come clean with her and take your chances?

Why don't you just go home now and confess everything?

Why not go to the door, punch his fucking lights out and be free of his manipulations?

Even as I asked myself, the same answers came back.

He's got videos. If they got out, it would go beyond Amy. It would cost me everything. Career, marriage, kids, family, and friends.

I replayed this morning in my head, still in stunned disbelief. The queasiness in my bowels reminded me of the awkwardness of 'cleaning' my 'pussy' for him. I vaguely recalled having an enema once as a child, but now, the discomfort of the experience was renewed, and etched in my mind forever.

I snuck out to the car to retrieve the kit and administered the procedure in the guest bath downstairs. Thankfully, everyone slept. It seemed like forever before I felt like my system was finally back to near normal.

There, I sat in my car, with the three-balled dildo he forced up my ass yesterday.

It laid on the seat next to me. I'm not sure why I brought it. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to but did not want the two-foot-long giant spatula stinging my ass again, if he thought I should have.

I was wearing my running shorts and a tank top. Amy thought I was 'out for a morning run.' In reality, I was about to lose my virginity to a sick, unemployed, blackmailing perv.

I thought I might be sick, as I replayed that first morning in my head. I was out for my first jog in our new town, enjoying the early-morning quiet of the woods, when that magically floating boner flashed in the corner of my eye. If only I hadn't gone back to look. I thought I was hallucinating, until I saw him in his olive-green sweats camouflaged in the early morning light next to a tree. His pink massive hard-on, and balls looked like they were floating in the air at first glance.

I would never believe the story of his manipulation, if I hadn't lived it myself. And there's the rub, as Shakespeare would say. Amy would never believe any of it and the videos would seal the deal. He knew too much about us and particularly about her. If he sent them to her, it would be over, no doubt.

At least, that was the logic that I could live with, to justify being there, knowing I would be letting him take my anal cherry in just a few minutes. The part that was hard to live with, was knowing, just yesterday he forced me to take the dildo in my ass and eventually, I came without my cock even being touched.

Staring at the dildo, I had never felt anything like it. The vibration on my prostate caused a long, intense orgasm that seemed to empty me completely. Part of me wanted to do it again, to see if it was even real.

What he made me do after made it all too real, though. I was forced to bend down and lick my cum off the floor with the dildo vibrating in my ass. Then, I had to keep it in until I got home.

The feeling of helplessness took over again. He showed no signs of ending his torment, and the longer it continued, the more likely I would be caught. I was about to have a real cock up my ass for the first time. A real, hot, hard, ten-inch man-cock in my ass. I hated the thought, and hated it more--that my dick was tingling in anticipation.

I scanned the street, relieved that Officer Reeves wasn't anywhere in sight. Apparently, there would be one fewer cock to suck that morning, as I faced my harasser. What I ever did to deserve Mark--fucking--Thomas, I may never know.

And what were the odds that he would end up with Officer Reeves as a neighbor? That got my head spinning again. Were they in this together before me, or was this just shitty luck that I happened to encounter two twisted pervs and bring them together?

My dildo was wrapped in a hand towel I borrowed from the bathroom. It just seemed more discreet, for a 'jogger' to be seen carrying a towel, than an eight-inch dildo with three progressively larger balls on the shaft.

I rang the bell and smiled for the camera. What was one more video of me 'harassing' Mark--fucking--Thomas for his concerned neighbor, Officer Rodney--fucking--Reeves to blackmail me with.

"Come on in, Senior Captain!" I heard his shout from within the house, thankful he left off cocksucker from my title, as he shouted it for all to hear.

I stepped into the entryway, and after the door closed, he yelled from the next room. "I'm in here, Senior Captain Cocksucker."

When I stepped into the living room, he stood next to the sofa in his white, terry-cloth bathrobe. The front was open, and the ties hung down from the loops on the side of the robe. His slightly-engorged cock hung out and down, a full seven inches long, and not yet hard.

I recalled the feel of my mouth over his pink, round cock head, and fought to hold back the stirring in my cock. "Morning, Captain," he said cheerily, rocking his cock from side to side.

I did not respond, partly due to the resentment I carried in my core for the twisted fuck that brought me here for more humiliation, and partly due to the now-almost Pavlovian reaction, the sight of his huge cock induced.

"Senior Captain, am I gonna need the attitude adjuster this morning?" He nodded toward the giant steel spatula with a nearly two-foot handle laying on the sofa table behind him.

"No, sir," I said compliantly. "Good morning, sir." Then in an effort to lessen the tension he was exuding; I took it one step further. "Thank you for letting me come over this morning to suck your cock."

"Is that all you came here to do, Captain?"

So much for my attempt to divert him from the true reason he had me come that morning.

"No sir, I look forward to giving you my cherry this morning," I said, less than enthusiastically.

"What's in your hand, CC?"

I unwrapped it and showed him. "It's my dildo, sir. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to bring it, so I wanted to--"

"You liked it that much?" he interrupted, with a chuckle. "Good thinking, CC, but we won't be needing that today. You'll be taking something a little hotter today, my friend. By the way, I have a little something for you through the second door on the right down there. I'm gonna need you to put it on for me, and bring the goodie bag with you when you come back."

The door led to a guest bedroom. On the bed was the familiar black leather gym bag he had the day before, that had the dildo and lube in it. I placed the dildo in the bag and observed the rest. On the bed, was a pair of thigh-high black stockings and a garter belt, laid out as if forming the outline of a body. Above it, was a red spandex-like T-Shirt, with what looked like the outline of a limp cock and ball sack with a large CC inside it. The topper to the outfit was a spandex mask that looked like something out of a Mexican wrestling program.

My heart sank. "Please don't..."

"You're not going to insult me by not appreciating my gift, are you?" he said, standing in the doorway with his left shoulder leaning against the door frame.

I could see the spatula dangling in his right hand. "No, sir. Thank you for the outfit," I said, with an obvious lack of enthusiasm.

"A uniform fitting your stature is a must, my friend. Remove your clothes, put on your new uni and bring that sweet ass and the goodie bag back to the living room, please," he said, as he pulled the door closed, and left me to my humiliation. "Oh yeah, don't procrastinate, I have a job interview later this morning," he added, with a muffled voice.

I stared momentarily, once again, in disbelief. When would this nightmare end! Then I snapped out of it, and did as commanded. I took off all my clothes except my briefs. It somehow seemed to help deal with the fact my dick was semi-engorged, to know it would not be so obvious when he saw me.

Unfortunately, as I pulled the stockings up my legs, the feel of them only made matters worse. As I clipped the garter belt to the top of the nylons, I had a sudden flashback to the rocky horror picture show, feeling like Tim Curry.

There was a dressing mirror on the closet door, and as I saw my pathetic reflection staring back at me, I could not believe it was real. It was impossible to believe. I stood there in black stockings and somehow-matching black briefs, wearing the skintight, red spandex tee, and the freakish, red-and-black wrestler's mask.

My mind was numb. What was happening was all beyond imagination, period. The images of what laid ahead danced through the fog in my head. There I was, on my knees while Mark--fucking--Thomas, throat-fucked me with his open, terry-cloth robe waving away, and his hand on my masked head. Next, was the image of being bent over the sofa, as his hot, hard cock took my ass.

The feeling of anonymity the mask gave me, seemed to make it a little more palatable. Nonetheless, the absurdity of seeing myself in the new 'uni' was not lost. My alter ego took over, transforming me from Wayne to Captain-Steven-Cocksucker, world champion cock muncher. I could see the tag line, "Captain Cocksucker! able to make the biggest cocks disappear in a single swallow."

"CC, chop-chop, I've got places to be, and I can't wait to..." I opened the door, and his expression would have been hilarious if I weren't the cause. His cock pointed dead ahead, nearly-fully hard, swaying gently side to side.

"Oh, wow, it's better than I imagined." He looked me up and down with a wondrous, opened-mouth grin. "Turn around," he commanded nonchalantly, spinning his hand for emphasis. His other hand still held the spatula.

I turned slowly; head hung in humiliation. "That is just so...perfect. Really. Now, come over here and get on your hands and knees, please." He pointed to the floor in front of him.

I moved reluctantly, not sure what this would mean. Was he getting me in position to fuck me dry? Was he gonna use the spatula on me, or both? I pondered, as I complied after setting the 'goodie bag' on the arm of the sofa.

"Your obedience is appreciated, CC," he said softly, looking down at me.

Next, the corner of the spatula traced slowly up the stretched fabric of my underwear covering my ass crack. However, the spatula disengaged, and a sense of dread hit, just as the spatula connected with my ass cheek with a stinging smack!

"Ow fuck, what--" My scream was interrupted.

"What fucking part of remove your..." Another smack. "...Fucking clothes and put on your new fucking uni was unclear?"

"I'm sorry!" I screamed, crawling away, knees thudding on the hardwood floors.

He leaned and connected again, "Don't you fucking run away from me... Fuck it, I'm gonna IM Amy and bring her up to speed on-- "

"No please," I backpedaled into place ready for another. "I'm sorry, I was ashamed..."

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of, CC. You are the only person I've ever seen down my whole boner before. That's a rare skill, my friend."

"Let me suck your cock now, please, sir?" I pleaded pathetically, hoping to get him off the spatula.

"Not until you comply with my instructions, Captain Cocksucker. Now stand up and get those panties off," he said firmly.

I did as commanded. I stood up, turned to face him and bent down to pull them off. I did not want to bend down with my ass facing him. Unfortunately, the briefs were trapped by the straps of the garter. I fumbled for the clips, and he stepped forward, gripped the waistband with both hands, and yanked the waistband apart, breaking it. Then he ripped the fabric all the way down on the right side.

"Turn around," he barked, before repeating the process on the left side, leaving my underwear flopped down in front and back exposing my cock and ass. "Spread your legs!" That allowed the destroyed underwear to fall to the floor. "Now, what did you want to do, CC?"

"Can I please suck your cock, sir?" I needed this over with, as quickly as possible, and, hopefully, with no further spatula encounters.

"Good attitude, Captain Cocksucker. Now, knees, please," he said, his cock pointing higher.

As I knelt, his boner raised up slightly, as another rush of blood filled him further. From there, it settled back a little higher than it had been. It was difficult to believe a cock that size, could get hard enough to point to the ceiling and not collapse under its own weight. The ridge of his head was thick, and stretched to the point, that his skin seemed to glisten. I could see the tiny ridge of skin down the underside of his cock head. That was always my most sensitive spot, so that's the spot I was targeting, as I leaned in.

Seeing his boner stiffening by the second, sent an unwanted tingling pulse from my balls to the tip of my dick, as it tried to follow his lead. I diverted my thoughts with images in my head to reverse my stiffening. Accidentally walking in on my naked grandmother as a child, the sight of my arm after I broke it, bike riding when I was twelve.

That was fruitless, the second my tongue touched the spot. The warm, silky skin and slightly-salty taste, sent an electrifying jolt from my tongue to my cock, stiffening me almost instantly. There was no stopping it.

I pressed my flattened tongue against his warmth and moved it side to side, as my upper lip touched his cock head, and I opened my mouth wide to receive him. His moan of pleasure seemed to vibrate through my quickly-hardening boner, like some demented tuning fork.

I hated having no control over my own body, but the intensity of the tingling in my cock and balls, was like nothing I'd ever felt before; the more of him I took in, the greater the intensity.

He spoke in breathy moans. "Mmmm, Senior Captain Cock--fucking--Sucker, oh, I appreciate your enthusiasm and following orders...AH!"

I began to bob on his cock, encouraged by his reaction. And was encouraged even more, when I made the arrogant fuck speechless for once. As I increased my pace, the need to take all of him, again drove that stirring in my cock to a frenzied level. The mask somehow provided the shield my mind needed to block out any inhibition. It wasn't Captain Wayne Stilson, pilot, husband and father sucking his cock. It was Captain Steven Cocksucker, doing what no ordinary human could do. Devouring monster cock like a superhuman.

Suddenly, he pushed my forehead and rocked his hips back pulling his cock free. My mouth was agape, as I watched his boner spring upward and thud against his abdomen. I wondered what I had done wrong.

"I appreciate following orders, my friend, but I do have a little time to enjoy this." He stepped forward, "Kiss my balls, please."

He placed a hand on the back of my head, and I dropped my ass to my heels to lower myself. As my lips connected with his nuts, his hot steel pressed against my face with his shaft pressed against my nose and covered my left eye.

"Mmmhhh," he sighed, as I planted kisses on his tight sack. "That's it, get to know all of it, Steven. This is going to be your best friend."

His hips rocked slowly, as I craned my neck and slunk lower to kiss the underside.

"Oh, that's so good," his eyes closed, as I looked up the side of his shaft, over his firm abs to his contented face.

I extended my tongue and caressed his ball sack with my moist tongue. The musky scent and had my cock throbbing, as I breathed through my nose. My left hand wrapped around his thigh for support, as I slid under him. I felt him sigh as I exhaled, and my warm breath washed over his sensitive sack.

My right hand slid upward, taking his cock in hand, once again. I stroked his length as I clung to his thigh, and coated his balls with a flood of saliva. I could only imagine what I must have looked like, as I played perverted limbo, to lick this rotten bastard's balls from below, wearing stockings and a mask, with my cock as hard as it's ever been.

In awe of the hot stiffness of such a big dick, I lapped up every inch of his sack, then ran my tongue in the crease of his nuts and thighs, before moving to the base of his pole. I pulled his cock toward me and licked the front of his shaft pushing my flattened tongue firmly against it. My tongue felt every ridge and vein, as I continued to the tip. There, I rubbed his most-sensitive spot, side to side against me, and got a taste of his sweet pre-cum. We moaned together, before I slid back down to his balls and licked up the right side.

"Damn, CC, you got me goin' my friend."

His hand rested softly on the back of my head, as I continued to lick. Finally, I stopped and looked up to him. "Can I please suck your cock now, Mr. Thomas?"

Anticipating his answer, I rose up as I licked him hard up the front one last time.

"Oh, yes you can, Steven. Show me your superpower Captain Cocksucker, up, up and away."

I plunged on, pulling his boner down so I could get a better angle. Once again, it seemed impossible to force the huge cock into my throat. But, I knew I had done it before, and needed to do it again. I sucked and bobbed, with drool running down my chin and neck. I varied the angle trying to find the optimal position to take all of him.

"Fuck, Captain," he panted. "You're trying to make me come, aren't you."

I nodded with a grunt.

"If you make me come, it's gonna be rough on that virgin ass to make me come a second time. Oh fuck, fuck fuck..." He began to thrust his hips forcing himself deeper. "Are you sure..."

My cock tingled like never before. I thought I might come spontaneously, as the mission to take his length was all that mattered. I needed to do it again, knowing no one else had done it. I did everything I could to relax my throat, and finally I felt the subtle tickle of pubes on my upper lip.

I withdrew quickly before the gag reflex could take over, and felt a little more contact on the next plunge. I clung to his leg, with my other hand gripped on his ass cheek, and my upper body swayed wildly, as I fucked his cock with my throat.

"Fuck!" he gasped, as the first jet of spunk filled my mouth, and he instantly plunged back into my throat. His hips jackhammered my throat, as he unloaded shot after shot of jizz into me. Saliva and cum ran down my chin, as I tried to contain it, to no avail.

He groaned as both hands held my head, and he came in at least ten pulsing blasts of cum. His pace slowed dramatically, as I continued to milk his giant boner. My Captain Steven Cocksucker alter ego, was filled with a twisted sense of pride, having successfully used my superpower to take him all.

He slowly rocked his hips, gently holding my head, as I continued to bob slowly, only taking half of him. When I sensed him softening, I picked up the pace, instinctively trying to keep him hard. The remnants of Wayne Stilson tried to stop me, knowing what was next, if I did. But his hot meat in my mouth drowned out Wayne, and Captain Steven Cocksucker recalled the orgasm with the dildo in his ass. He had to know what it would feel like with Mark's man-cock in his ass.

"Fuck, CC, that was incredible, my friend," he moaned softly, as he reached into his goodies bag, and handed me a tube of lube. "Now, lube up that ass, but don't you fucking stop." He emphasized his command, by pushing the back of my head with his remaining hand.