A Submissive's Journey Pt. 04

Mark must have been amused with this game, because from time to time he would look down with that trademark grin of his. I would catch myself looking up at him from time to time looking for approval and then when he looked down it was as if I had been caught being a peeping tom and I would quickly put my eyes back down and concentrate ever more on try to please his cock.

From time to time a girl would come in from his office and relay some news about the goings on of the place, usually having to do with problems with staff or supplies. She never really let on that she knew that I was down there. I suspected that I would be rather hard to see under the shelf since when I was doing anything nasty Mark was standing in front of me and the lighting wasn't all that good out on the pulpit. Either way it was getting me kind of excited thinking that she might know what I was doing out here.

My mind went back to the coed that I had see on the bus and how she looked at me in a way that I thought she knew my perversion. It was the same feeling of edgy exhilaration of being on the cusp of being found out or caught that kept my heart beating a step or two faster, that and this truly beautiful masterpiece that I was getting to work on.

Many songs had played through since we came out here. There was no real way for me to keep a count, but I knew that I had to have been at this for almost an hour now, much of which was spent waiting for him to return so I could gat another shot at. In those periods where he would have to go off to work momentarily I would feel like a baby chick waiting for its mother to alight with some life giving grub.

My patience for this ran thin and finally I threw out all sense of propriety and when he came back I just undid the fastening of his shorts and slid them down to reveal his fully hard pecker. The shorts fell to his ankles so there would be some explaining to do if the assistant came out here now.

Mark screamed out to the crowd, "That's what we were waiting for!" in his biggest rock n roll voice. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever, but the dancers were soaked in sweat, sex and shots of sambuca to care about things making sense.

He reached down and pushed his hard meat into my mouth rocking back and forth. I had to look up at him and this time instead of retreating I held his gaze. The curly hair was backlit by a green light giving it a kind of halo effect. The smile he always wore transformed into that of some heavy metal god and he worked out the beat with nodding his head back and forth while he penetrated my mouth.

The song had a fast beat and we matched it. I say for even though it was him generating most of the force of the action there was much that I had to do to actively accept his thrusts. He was changing up from just using my mouth to going deep into the recesses of my throat. On the slower drawn out notes of the song he would do a slow long stroke that pushed past my choke zone and I would gag. As the song sped up he would pump quick micro thrusts along the flat of my tongue. It got so that I could tell from the rhythm of the song what he was about to do next and adjust to his movements. My breathing, suction with my lips, whether I flattened out my tongue to allow him deeper all just fell in line with the music.

The song switched out and he leaned down between tracks.

"Have you been sucking cock long?" he asked in that kind of loud at a concert voice.

"Not really. I just started a bit ago a few times you know." I said sheepishly.

"Well then you're a fucking natural," he beamed.

I flushed with a sense of pride, a natural cocksucker. For sure, I was doing pretty well at taking him deep when it was called for. Better than could be expected for a rookie. There wasn't any fear in me when he was about to slip past and while I gagged it didn't really go on for long. It must be all in my mind. Luck was on my side in that regard I guess.

The new song came on. It was a popular one that Mark seemed to like quite a bit. He started riding my mouth like he was playing an instrument. My mouth was really juicing up good now and I could taste the precious precum flowing. I think if there is any one thing about sucking cock that I really love, from the textures, how alive the penis is when its in my mouth, the reactions of the man using me, that one thing has to be when he really gets going and my mouth gets the precum cocktail.

The taste is so heavenly and salty sweet. It cannot be described. When I am about to go down on a man anymore I swear I get that flavor back in my mouth even before I start in on sucking him. Kind of like a residue of my memory. Of course, once the real stuff flows it is so fresh that my own juices really start flowing. There is always a wet spot in my jeans after a guy cums, which I promptly reach down and lick up. I'm not really a big fan of my own cum. I've tried it a few times, but I dine on the precum the whole time I'm jacking off now.

The second song faded out and it was time for a slower song. He pulled out to go check on the queue and when he came back to the stand he leaned down.

"Just suck my balls the whole song."

Some people seem to not like balls, think they are ugly or something, but nothing is further from the truth. They are the very essence of life itself. So receptive to the touch, even the lightest cupping and they will jump up in anticipation. Being the source of cum, they seem to leak the seed right through their membrane. The source of all the best manly musk comes from these sweet hanging bulbs.

With great pleasure I dove in on them. In the background the croony love song played. Slow dancers felt one another and swayed slowly. Like them I floated gently with my dance partner, licking, sucking, massaging and cuddling his orbs; careful as always not to offer rough treatment to this most of delicates.

My saliva coated the skin, which shimmered in the odd lights of the club. From time to time I would rub my entire face in his groin so before long my face had the same effervescent shine. I would take one of his sweet balls in my mouth and very gently pull away releasing them with a pop and then move to the next one and back again.

Above me Mark reached down and started to make long stroke on his eight-inch shaft. Starting at the tip he would pull down to the base stretching the skin tight over his member and then work back up to the top and squeeze the head. Maybe ten or so times he tugged in this manner and then he made his decision.

Keeping the same motion but now faster his cock seemed to grow with every stroke. When he hit the base it was as if hidden inches within him were straining to reach out. All of this was happening just inches above me. His fist would smack my nose on the down strokes as he started in faster and when he really got going I just held his balls both in my mouth and waited for my next instruction.

No words for when he got sufficiently close he grabbed my hair with his left hand and pointed that beautiful missile right at my open mouth and planted a huge shot of cum right in my mouth.

I had never seen anything like that before. The white jet exploded with such force that had he not been holding my head I would have dodged back in fear. I could feel the hot wetness of his seed hit the top of my mouth and then seep down onto my waiting tongue.

Another stream of warm joy leapt forward and I accepted. Every time a pulse marked my waiting orifice I would utter a tiny moan. My cock was throbbing at the same beat in a kind of dry sympathy orgasm.

The last drop finally hung off of the eyelet, slipping down toward my mouth by the fraction of an inch. I followed the path the whole way down until it passed the threshold and was treated to a flash of his flavor.

Finished with me, he reached down pulled up his shorts, fastened them and then patted me on the head, going back to work. He told me there was a room behind the office that I could crash in and there were a couple bottles back there. I could help myself if I liked.

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The back room could be described in one room.

Cool.

Some people just seem to figure out how set a place up or maybe they have lots of girlfriends do it for them. It was like a mini rock n roll hall of fame back there with posters and autographed pictures. There was even a bong autographed by a famous pop star of the day.

The couches were the kind you fell back into. I grabbed a bottle of bourbon and launched myself into one. The remote was right there on the table so I turned on the TV and it was playing some psychedelic video. The kind with all the streamers, bright and contrasting lights, spirals and waves. My mind just let go and I zoned out, falling into a soothing trance.

Time slipped by. All I could hear was the knocking depths of the dance music bass through the walls. I could never quite make out the sound. It was like a giant was at the entrance of a long cave beating on a heavy door and then every few minutes he would switch and another giant would beat in a slightly different way.

I wasn't into drugs or anything but the whiskey started having its effect on me coupled with the bizarre images assaulting me, and the deep drone in the background. I was transported to a different dimension. You have probably been there before. There is kind of a space and you sit back and see with this clarity. Everything seems like it was so obvious all along and you were a fool not to know.

What exactly you know isn't information that is:

a. Available.

b. Something you care about.

There is senselessness in knowing what it is you are thinking, because it is so clear that it does not need to be put into words. It is the place your mind goes back to when you know times were somehow better once. That feeling that once things were right when now they are wrong.

I stared at the shapes on the screen and they formed up into objects in my mind. Before me was a sort of living dream. For a while I couldn't really place what the images were. There would be a fleeting sense and then I would lose it. It was as if something really important was being transmitted to me and in this heightened state I would finally 'get it'.

The current pattern was a spiral. The type that you cant really tell if it is going away from you or towards you. It drew me into it so at first I thought that it was like a drain siphoning away from me, and I was right, but I was also wrong. In the center there was a circle, but it looked like it could be a separate object in itself, something passing down the tunnel into eternity.

Then it hit me what exactly it was that was unfolding before me, and why it could look like it was either coming or going. The object in the center was the head of a penis and depending on your perspective, whether you were the one giving or taking the penis, the tunnel would be heading away from or towards you.

In my case being the cocksucker I was the head of the cock was heading down the tunnel that was my throat for an eternity. My throat felt stretched as if it were physically being rooted out by this magic helmet. Down and down it went a never ending tool of love filling me forever.

It got me so horny that I could not stand it. The Queen of England could have been sitting right there and I still would have whipped it out and gone town. There was just this overpowering need to cum. So full and fresh was this feeling of being planted, diving endlessly, never reaching the root.

My pants were stripped off and I stood right in front of the screen, jacking my cock vigorously and within seconds I came in a huge blast. This first shot was insane, literally a two-inch long stream of jizz shooting through the air like a mini torpedo. It must have been almost all of my reserves, because even though I felt a few more waves of orgasm almost nothing came out after that.

On the floor in front of me there was a wet landing pad in the rug, looking comically like an explanation point. I bent down and rubbed the head of my penis on the rug where the dot would have been, but it did no good.

Spent I retired to the couch again, leaving my pants on the floor, and curled into a little ball. I just felt clean. Everything inside of me good or bad had just been expelled and there wasn't a care in the world. Gently, I drifted off.

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When a person is in full-blown party mode they either cannot realize how loud they are being or they simply do not care. Rikki Greggs was no different. He was a self-styled heavy metal hero, having had a few gigs at the local joint. Thin with long black hair that framed his lean angular face, long dragon tattoos lined both arms.

Excess was Rikki's religion. Everything he did had to be at the next level. If you gave him a bike he would try the most dangerous jump. Many times people would give him a dare and just sit back and wait for the show. Tonight he was flying high on whiskey and cocaine.

When they barged into the room I stirred from my gentle sleep, but I was so comfortable that I did not move. The plush cushions of the couch held me neatly in their grasp and I had no wish to have them relinquish their hold. My buzz kept me two levels below cool. I feigned sleep as the chaos enveloped the room.

"Hey man, where's that stuff at," Rikki said in a rapid nasal drone, "let's hit it quick. Did you see those chicks man? Yeah man she told us to head over, lets hit this shit and fire on over to get some. Bitches man. Can't get enough." Sniff.

The couch dipped down as someone sat at the other end. Bottles clinked and then there was a sound of air bubbles flowing through water.

"Hey man," chuckled Rikki, "Dude, check it out. Little dude over here don't got no pants on. Fucking right must have been out of it man."

There was a long exhale followed by, "Oh yeah. That's the new boy. Tommy sent him over, you know how that is." This voice I recognized as Mark's.

Another long draw on the bong followed by a 20 second pause and then, "No shit man? He like that huh. So you got some bitches right here? Ha ha."

A wave of excitement came over me as I tried desperately to control my breathing. What I couldn't control was my little cocklet, which twitched and started to grow. Luckily curled up in the fetal position as I was it wasn't evident to them that I was awake, aware and aroused.

Safe as I seemed, I let myself reflect back on Mark's beautiful cock and how he had fed me his cum, the power of his explosion into my oral cavity and the sweet taste of his cum. Involuntarily, I licked my lips at this thought, showing the slightest hint of a grin.

Little did I know that my subterfuge was unsuccessful. Rikki had spotted the little lip action and took it as an invitation. He raised a finger to his lips and mouthed the words "he's awake" to Mark across the table.

I felt a shifting on the seat beside me and then the weight was released. All was silent in the room. I listened more intently wondering exactly what was going on. There was a sense of some impending doom that I could not shake. Deep inside I wanted to move, but my only hope was to lay still. My heart beat heavy in my chest.

Silently standing in front of me, Rikki undid his belt and took down his fly. He pulled his pants down but not entirely off since he had not removed his boots. Letting some spit pool from his mouth into his had he started to work his cock in to a steely hardness. He admired himself as he stroked. There had been a lot of bitches fed this piece of meat and there was never enough.

Rikki didn't care if it was a girl or a guy who was taking his cock. Sure the girls were pretty and what he wanted, but there was something powerful about giving it too a pussy boy who had given up his manhood. He liked to make them feel it and know their place when he was sticking it to them. This little punk beneath him would be squealing good for sure. And who cared anyways, the rougher you gave it to them the more they squirmed, but at the end they would thank you and ask for it again later. It wasn't Rikki's fault bitches were bitches. They were made for him to use and use them he would.

My first sense of what was going on was two hands grabbing my ankles and dragging me around on my back so my ass was facing the edge of the couch. For a few seconds I still tried to keep up my façade of sleeping, but when my legs were raised up and spread apart my eyes opened.

Rikki scooted my ankles up over his shoulder, kneeling on the couch. His added weight pushed me even further back into the cushions. My eyes scanned his chest, not overly muscular but cut, where a silver cross hung from a chain. Further down a thin line of hair split down the cent of his flat belly. Then pointing at me was a very long but very thin hard cock, curved up very so slightly like a scimitar.

This long sharp spear was pointed at my hole. He pushed forward into me. The penetration had begun. At first there was no feeling at all, simply a pressure and then the head popped through. I was so thankful that it wasn't horribly painful maybe I was loose enough now to take it. He delved deeper and deeper, soon passing the point that Mr. Silvers had reached, and kept on going.

When he reached full hilt my body had tensed fully, my toes curled, the small of my back and hamstrings fully contracted. I felt every inch in side of me. At that moment I could have closed my eye and painted a picture of his cock so much a part of me it was.

The first full breach had taken about ten seconds. Now deep inside me he repositioned himself leaning a bit more weight on me and instead of making a thrusting motion he began to bounce up and down, letting the cushion do some of the work. His hardness rotated around my innards and on every push down I got a shock of electricity up my spine. My mouth gaped and all that would come were short breaths in time.

He rode me in this fashion for a couple of minutes; just silently bouncing creating a hollow that he would be abusing in short order. At first, I had my hands up on my thighs like I could push back and hold off a bit and gain a little control, but as the motions got more comfortable I lay my hands by my side.

Then he switched it up on me. Leaning back and gathering his legs underneath him he moved his hands down to where my inner thigh met my waist.

"Ok, you ready to get fucked boy?" Rikki queried. "Now you look at me while you take it bitch I want to see you squirm."

Nervously I lifted my eyes to his. He hovered above me, bloodshot and intense like some sort of demon. Wincing with expectation I tied to relax myself. It did not occur to me to tell him how I wanted it or even that I could. The next part would be rough. Could I take it?

He started by pulling his long pecker the whole way to the head, peering down on himself as if to get the measure and then he started long deep thrusts, so regular that you could time a clock by it. Tick, tock take a cock.

I grimaced and tried to slip my ass away time he pierced me, but there was no escape. My eyes stayed fixed on the look of evil glee glaring down upon me. Moans now came from deep within me over and over.

His cock started heating up and then I really started to feel it. My only hope was to ride along with him and make him cum.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me," I called out. "I need your sweet cum up in my ass, please fill me up. Oh I'm such a little pussy fuck ... mee ... more."

Rikki took it up to another gear and started hammering me to 120 time. I could tell because he was growling out a metal standard and pounding me like a tremolo. I couldn't take it any more the pain was overwhelming.

"Cum, please cum. I need it," I begged my raving steed and he obliged.

There was no way for me really to tell he was cumming from the sensations in my ass, but it was clear how he arched himself and gave a throaty growl pumping my as tow or three times and then thankfully stopping.