****** Slave to the Cock by Sivrag ******
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Slave to the Cock


By Crystal O. as told to Sivrag

I felt the knot tighten across my wrists. My arms had been pulled behind me and
now here I was, stripped naked and bound to a chair in some storage facility in
God only knows where. Finally the bandanna that had been used as a gag was
removed from my mouth. I looked up at the face of my captor and let him have
it.

"Are you fucking out of your goddamn mind? I'm gonna have your ass tossed in
some fucking jail cell where Bubba and the boys can play ATM machine with your
ass using their cocks as the debit card."

He smirked at me. The fucker just smirked.

"No," he said calmly. "I don't think so. In fact, when you leave this room, you
will crawl over and lick the sweat off my balls before you even make an attempt
at getting dressed." At that he tossed my clothes down on the desk, one of the
few pieces of furniture in the large room.

"You see," he continued, "I've been watching you. I know everything there is to
know about you, and I know a few things about you that you don't even know
yourself...yet. But don't worry; when you leave here, you'll know them. You
won't be able to deny them. These facts that I have discovered will be as clear
to you as any fact has ever been in your entire life."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Sherlock Holmes? Sigmund Fucking Freud? Get
a grip. This is assault, kidnapping, and probably several other crimes I
haven't thought of yet because I'm too fucking pissed!" I practically spat the
last words at him, but he just smiled. The bastard still had that smirk on his
face.

I looked at how he had me tied. The roughness of the rope on my inner thigh
pulling my legs open so that he could look inside my pussy became predominant
in my mind. No, I had to tell myself. Don't concentrate on the discomfort.
Think about how to get out of here.

I looked at him again and he was slowly undressing himself, laying the clothes
neatly across the desk beside mine. As he slid off his underwear he caught my
eye.

"Get ready my dear, because here comes lesson number one." He slid the
underwear down and his cock rose up into view. He looked incredibly hard and
the head of his cock shone with a dark rich purple that I had only seen on the
most incredibly aroused of cocks.

"What do you plan to do now?" I asked. "Add forcible rape to your list of
crimes?"

"No my dear, I do not. In fact this cock that you see before you will not come
anywhere near your pussy."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You mean you're not going to fuck me?"

"That is correct."

"I guess you're gonna expect me to blow you then, right?"

"No my dear, what I am going to do to you is far, far worse than that. I'm
going to withhold it from you until you beg, and perhaps even after that."

I started to laugh. "Let me get this straight? You honestly think I'm gonna beg
you to rape me?"

"If you beg me to do it, my dear, it will not be rape, and yes, I am sure that
you will do just that if the strain of waiting to service this cock doesn't
make you tear free from your bonds first."

"Are you already planning your insanity defense?"

"My dear, have you checked your crotch lately? Have you failed to notice how
wet you've already gotten just looking at my dick? How will you ever be able to
last when I start to play with it in front of you? When you can see the precum
glistening on its tip, the veins causing it to harden even more, the tightening
of my balls as the ejaculate builds and prepares to spray. No, I'm certain, you
will beg."

Surely he couldn't be right. I looked down and noticed a dampness in the seat
of the wooden chair. Surely it was sweat, or perhaps I had lost control and
peed. I am certain I could not be aroused by this...this...lovely
hard...NO....I am not a slave to cock! He's wrong. He has to be wrong.

He ran a finger through the dampness at my crotch, making sure not to touch me.
He held the wet finger out in front of my nose.

"I know what you're thinking, my dear, but this doesn't smell like sweat to
me." He pulled the damp finger away and he was right. It was my dampness, my
juices. He slowly rubbed the finger over the head of his cock, making it
glisten even more. My lips felt suddenly dry and I started to run my tongue
across them before reason caught up with me. No I had to prove him wrong.

He walked over within inches of me and began placing his hand around the shaft.
I watched as each finger found its place in the grip around the thick fleshy
shaft. He started to stroke it, slowly. I watched as the pisshole opened on the
backstroke. I bet he'd love to have my tongue running over that hole, I
chuckled to myself. Tasting that sweet, salty...NO, remain focused.

The first drop of precum began to form on that dark bulbous head. He reached
out with a finger and wiped it off. I know what he planned to do. It was the
only thing he could be planning. I opened my mouth to accept it. He moved his
finger close to my lips. My tongue rolled out to accept the offered fluid, but
he pulled back away. The bastard pulled it away from me! Then he did the
unthinkable. He actually licked it off himself. Why didn't he let me have it?
Why couldn't he let me...NO. He's trying to mess with my mind. But the ever-
increasing dampness that I felt on my inner thighs told me that he was not
wrong.

I stared ahead at the cock mere inches from me. I pulled against the ropes and
realized that it might as well have been miles away for all the good it did me.
Maybe if I extended my tongue?

Then the bastard turned around. He turned his back to me!

"Perhaps you are right," he said, still rubbing his cock. "Perhaps you don't
really want this, or need this. Perhaps I should just finish this without
subjecting you to any more."

I watched the muscles in his ass as he continued to stroke. I knew the view of
his cock would be breathtaking. I swallowed hard.

"Why don't you turn around and say that? Are you afraid of being wrong?"

I watched his hand reach out and retrieve another savory drop of the precum.
Once again he licked it off. Before I could stop myself, my body betrayed me.
It made that sound. That whining sound that every child makes when it sees
something it wants and can't have.

"I'm getting very close to cumming, my dear. Soon this will all be over."

I could not believe he would deny letting me see him cum. There's nothing
sexier than that moment when a man shoots his load, releasing all that pent up
sexuality. But wasn't I doing the same thing in many ways? Wasn't I denying the
thoughts and desires that I felt? Thoughts and desires that I sublimated for
fear of what they would say about me? Fear of saying how much I loved cock?
Needed cock? Wanted cock?

"Please turn around," I managed to say. "I want...I need to see your cock."

He turned and smiled.

"Don't you dare say I told you so, just bring that gorgeous cock over here to
me," I said.

"Not yet. I'm not sure I fully believe you."

He walked closer and I swear I could feel the heat coming off of his cock. My
nipples had hardened and were standing at attention. The puddle between my legs
felt like someone had emptied a cup in my lap.

"What?" I asked incredulously. "What further proof do you want?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you want something right now, but are you
prepared to admit how badly you need it everyday in your life?"

"Yes! I need cock! I've got to feel it, taste it, and ride it. I want you to
bring your cock over here and let me wrap my lips around it. Please, baby, fuck
my mouth, take my pussy, do whatever you want, but don't deny me your beautiful
hard cock."

I extended my tongue and he moved the head of his cock until it just barely
missed making contact.

"You want it? Reach for it," he told me.

I tried to extend my tongue a little further but it was no use. That delicious
cock was a hair's breadth away. I summoned all my strength and made a concerted
effort. Suddenly the chair lurched forward and I was able to wrap that glorious
cock inside my mouth. The ropes didn't give me much room to move, but I took
what little they did and began bobbing and sucking on that wonderful flesh pop.
I tasted the last of the precum. My tongue snaked around his pisshole hoping
for another dribble, but he was too close to cumming. I sucked in hard and felt
the first creamy wave strike the back of my throat. I waved my tongue in the
path of the cumstream in order to taste the sweet salty cream he was jetting
forth. I felt a tug on my ropes and he freed my hands. I reached them around
and grabbed hold of his ass pulling him further inside my mouth. He had shot
his load but he wasn't limp yet. I pulled my lips free.

"Please, before you go limp, I've got to feel your cock inside me. Please, ride
me for as long as you can remain hard." Tears were welling in my eyes. I
couldn't believe it. I was actually begging this man to fuck me!

I took my hand and tried to guide his cock down toward my pussy. He reached out
and undid the other rope holding my legs. I kicked the chair out of the way and
dropped to all fours. I reached behind me for his cock and shoved it inside of
me. I couldn't believe how good it felt deep inside my pussy. I couldn't
believe that it could feel this much better just by admitting the truth, that I
was a slave to cock. I felt him apparently getting thicker inside me. Was that
possible? Could any man recover that quickly? I pushed back on that cock,
riding it. I bit my lower lip.

"Oh God, that's so good. I've been so bad, denying my need for cock. I need to
be spanked. Could you spank me? As a reminder? Spank me and shoot your cum up
inside me, baby"

I felt the hand make contact with my ass. The stinging seemed to re-intensify
the sensations inside my cunt. He spanked me again.

"You know what? I think you're right. You do need a lessen," he said as he
spanked my ass once again. "And I know just the lessen you need." He pulled his
cock out of my pussy. "Finger fuck your pussy, my dear. I'm wet enough and hard
enough to try something else." And he slammed his cock up my ass!

I fingered my clit like there was no end. My eyes rolled back up in my head as
he continued to thrust into my tight asshole. I felt that glorious cock riding
the pathway that is normally reserved for other functions. I couldn't believe
that he would put that magnificent rod into such a hole, but we both seemed to
be enjoying the feeling. He grabbed me tight around the waist and gave one
final thrust releasing his second load of the night deep inside of my bowels. I
stroked my clit fast and with a final little tug I felt the wave of orgasm rush
over me. I felt the dampness inside me issue forth in much the same way I had
felt it gush forth from his cock. He stayed in me until the last tremors of my
orgasm faded then he pulled out and I collapsed on the floor. He leaned against
the desk to catch his breath. I saw him start to reach for his underwear.

"Wait," I managed to whisper out. He stopped and looked at me. I pulled myself
across the floor, too tired and weak to walk. He stayed there leaning on the
desk, not offering to help, but not making any effort to get dressed either. I
got within reach and pulled myself up slightly. My tongue darted out lazily and
made a wide swiping lick across his balls. I looked up at him and smiled.

"You had a little drop of sweat."

And I collapsed into the most peaceful sleep of my life.

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