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======================================= Email: jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ======================================= Commands from the Unknown - Chapter One =======================================
"I know what you did yesterday."
That's all the message said but it was enough for the very blood within my veins to run cold. In my chest, my heart began to pound harder against the cage which contained it: for a moment, I thought it was actually going to rupture through my skin with how forceful each beat was.
My hands were trembling as I typed back a reply: "I don't know what you're talking about."
It was a lie, of course, but I couldn't exactly admit that. After all, it was still possible that this was some kind of prank and that the person on the other end of his conversation knew absolutely nothing at all about my secret.
And that's when the picture hit my phone...
My name is Danny and I'm a sixth former in a city in the north of England. I'm eighteen, as of a few days ago, and last night I gave in to an impulse that I've been denying even existed ever since I first discovered gay porn. You see, my family are not the most... open-minded of people. Dad is a vicar and both he and my mum hold quite traditional views on exactly what kind of relationship a boy should be involved in. In the few moments where I've actually been honest with myself, I've known that I'm gay. But knowing it and being it are two different things and I just can't do the latter. I've buried it so deep that, for the last four months, I've even had a girlfriend, Laura. Her family belong to my dad's church and, fortunately for me, she's one of those 'silver ring' girls who don't want to do anything other than kiss until after marriage. Kissing, I can just about manage but the thought of doing anything more with her makes me feel physically ill. Whereas fantasies about hot shirtless men plague my dreams constantly.
Last night, I gave in. For the last two months, I've been regularly downloading and then deleting Grindr. Always as a blank profile, I've chatted to guys and, through those discussions, I knew of a couple of local places where guys would go to cruise. The nearest to me was a rundown toilet block in an overgrown woodland, just next to a park. I've walked near there so many times, desperately trying to get the courage to go in but I just couldn't. Until last night.
The picture that this unknown man had sent to me was of me inside of a toilet stall. It had been taken from above the partition and showed a skinny, twinky boy on his knees and hungrily enjoying the thick, meaty cock that had been shoved through the gloryhole from the other side by someone else. It showed me. Fuck, the taste of my first ever cock had been caught on camera by some unknown person who also happened to know exactly who I was. Looking at the picture, I could see the pure joy on my face as the stranger's dick bulged out my cheek.
"You want to try and lie again?" the next message asked me.
It was difficult to type a message back in reply because my vision was starting to shake: "Who are you?"
The seconds before the reply came felt like hours: those three little dots teasing me.
"For now, you will call me Sir."
I laughed - actually laughed out loud - and for a moment, the ridiculousness broke the tension.
"No, who are you actually?" I sent back, even including a crying laughing face emoji with the message. That was a mistake.
"You will call me Sir or I'll be sending this picture to Laura."
Oh fuck.
"And after Laura, it'll go to the headteacher of your sixth form, your best mate Aidan and then, finally, to your dad."
I don't think my fingers had ever typed a message back as quickly as the one I replied with: "No! Please don't! Please! They can't ever see that!"
His reply was just a simple statement of fact: "Then you know what you need to do." and I did.
"Yes Sir. I'm... sorry, Sir."
"Good boy."
That was the last message. A few minutes went by and then, once ten had come and gone, I tried to send another message myself; I guess it was just to test whether he was still there. But it couldn't go through. I lay there on my bed, my 5ft6, skinny frame barely filling the space, and tried to process what had just happened. Despite how I felt, there really wasn't anything I could do about it: I didn't even know this guy's name or number and my messages weren't transferring through. I had no power here and that thought just made me worry more.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I felt that immediate rush of adrenaline through my body. If I'm honest, I'm not sure how I felt when I realised that it was Laura and not him: relieved, disappointed, scared? My girlfriend was checking up on me as I was supposed to already have arrived at her place for a movie night with her and her parents. We rarely had 'dates' with it just being the two of us but, as you might imagine, I didn't mind that. With little choice, I had to push this whole thing as far to the back of my mind as I could and get ready to go.
After a very quick shower, I dressed and headed out. On the way, I looked back at the messages and decided to delete them: I couldn't run the risk of Laura going through my phone and seeing them. The picture was a little more difficult. I'm not going to lie to you, when I saw myself on the floor like that so fucking desperate to taste that man's cock and to swallow his cum (which I'd done, by the way) it really turned me on. As I walked, I could feel my own dick starting to stir and thicken. I moved a copy over to the secure encrypted folder and then deleted the original: I'd be able to see it whenever I wanted but no-one without my password would.
Unfortunately for me, the movie that my girlfriend had chosen turned out to be crap and a really ineffective distraction from the wild and terrifying thoughts that were growing inside my mind. Feeling her cuddle up near me, her hand in mine, felt even more cold and wrong than it usually did. Trying to smile and make small talk with her parents was a challenge and, at times, I found myself fading out and being somewhere else entirely in my mind. Sometimes, my thoughts centred on this stranger and what his intentions could be. At other times, that horny part of me found me relishing inside of the memory of another man's dick in my mouth. I had to rearrange cushions on more than one occasion in order to hide my obvious erection.
About an hour into the film, my phone buzzed again. Before I'd arrived, I'd put it on silent, just in case, and I was glad I had because this time it was a message from him.
"I have a job for you, danny-boy."
I tried to reply without disturbing Laura, who was sat to my left: "Please Sir. Please don't out me. I'll never do it again!"
A buzz brought his response. There was laughing emoji, just as I had sent before, and it was followed by: "Yes you will, danny-boy - that's exactly what you're going to do right now."
"But Sir," I replied, "I can't. I'm at Laura's."
I could see that he was typing for a little while and his message came through as a big block. When I read it, I knew I had to leave immediately.
"But we're in the middle of watching it!" Laura was disappointed with me and wasn't afraid to show it.
"I'm really sorry babe - I'm just... erm... I'm not feeling well," I lied.
"Oh," her expression changed, "Oh baby, it's ok. You go and rest up. I hope you're not coming down with anything."
She was so nice as I left, so kind and caring and I could almost taste the guilt knowing that I was off to cheat on her for the second time in two days.
Sir, as the unknown man insisted I refer to him, told me that if I wasn't at the toilet block within twenty minutes, he'd release the photo on twitter, tagging me in as he did. He said that he'd arranged for a man to be waiting at the toilet block and I was to make him happy in whatever way he wanted me to. Sir said that if I wasn't enthusiastic and willing, or if I tried to get out of it, he'd know and would just release the picture anyway.
So I ran. I sprinted as fast as my skinny, smooth legs could carry me. It had already started to darken and cool outside but with my exertion, the sweat was still dripping down my face. I couldn't stop. The park was at least a thirty-minute walk from Laura's so, with the time I'd wasted on goodbyes and excuses, if I didn't go all out, there was no way that I'd make it in time and then my life would be ruined. Running wasn't easy because, even though I was terrified of being exposed, from the moment that Sir had told me what I needed to go and do, I'd been rock-fucking-hard and it showed no signs of softening any time soon.
A panting and sweaty mess, I did manage to reach the toilet block with just over two minutes to go. My chest heaved up and down, trying to steady my breath and my dark hair was plastered to my forehead. The reality of what was happening here set in as I walked through the opening and found myself face-to-face with a man.
This wasn't like last night when it had just been a cock through a gloryhole. No, before me stood a man and he was looking right at me, a small smile on his face.
"Fuck yeah, just like your picture," he said, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
He was taller than me, which is not unusual, but I'd put him at around 6ft1. Broad shoulders with a narrower waist and he looked to be in really good shape, to be honest. If I'd seen him out and about, with his handsome face and dark blonde hair, I'd have definitely given him a second glance over - discreetly of course.
My confusion at his picture comment must have shown as he laughed at me and then explained: "Yeah, your mate said that you wanted the guy to be a surprise. Was it your idea to offer out your mouth like that on Grindr?"
"No!" I responded immediately.
"So who was it?"
"Sir," I said without thinking.
His eyebrow raised and his smile widened: "Sir, eh? So you're a slutty little sub boi are ya? Even fucking better. You're really craving some big cock then, yeah?" He outlined his bulge in his joggers and, honest, I instinctively licked my lips.
"Er... well... I... erm..." I couldn't find the words to say.
"On your knees," his voice was stern and deep - a very serious tone which made it clear that I wasn't to disobey. So I didn't. I dropped to the floor, on my knees, and even opened my mouth as he moved towards me.
Two thick fingers slipped over my lips and along my tongue first. I could taste him and deliberately looked down, my eyes watering a little already.
"Look at me," he commanded, "Good... now start sucking."
Closing my lips, I formed a seal around his index and middle fingers and I start to suck, just like I'd done with a stranger's cock last night. I could feel them playing with my tongue and opening up to stretch my lips.
"Hungry, aren't you?" he said to me, "Hungry little boy for a big thick cock. What a fucking slut."
I felt my cheeks go red with embarrassment but I couldn't refute what he was saying to me, in part because I had to be both enthusiastic and willing but also because, actually, feeling his fingers inside my mouth did make me want to suck his cock. A fact that was further highlighted when I actually whimpered when his fingers were withdrawn.
"Stick out your tongue," he laughed at my whimpering but I did what I was told. That's when I felt his cock for the first time. This handsome man had ordered me to keep eye contact with him and so I hadn't actually seen his cock before I felt it slide over my tongue. It was big, just as he'd said, although I had little to compare it to and the taste was even stronger than that of his fingers. I caught glimpses of it as he raised it up and brought it down hard, slapping my tongue with it. As he pushed it forward over my face, I caught a whiff of the strong and manly scent coming from his balls and I felt something inside of me, just as I had last night. I wanted this... I wanted him... so badly. I felt his fingers intertwine themselves with my hair as he secured his grip on my head and then... he went for it.
This man didn't see me as a gay twink that was willing to suck cock. No, with the way I'd been advertised to him on Grindr and what he thought I'd revealed by using the word 'Sir', he had an entirely different idea about me. To him, I was a mouth. A warm, wet hole just desperate to be filled with his big, thick and powerful cock. He didn't care about my enjoyment: this was just about him and his cock. That was all that mattered here and he made sure I knew it.
"You fucking nasty little slut!" he cried out, his voice filling the toilet block. With his hold on my head, he forced me to take his cock inside of me, not just into my mouth but pushing all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged, of course, and quite uncontrollably but this seemed to excite him even more.
"FUCK YES! Choke on my cock, boy. Fucking, nasty little twinky boy can't take it." and he pushed harder. After a moment's resistance, my throat couldn't stand against his strength and I could feel it burn as the meaty head of his dick forced my throat open.
"Look at me slut!" he ordered me. My eyes had started to close: they were watering with his assault on my throat but I tried to look up at him and saw a flash of light. This man had taken a picture of me with my throat full of his dick, eyes watering and saliva pouring out of the side of my mouth around it. Suddenly, he released me and I fell backward a little - I hadn't even realised that I'd been trying to pull off of his cock but clearly I had. The coughing and spluttering started as I tried to regain some sort of control over myself. Wiping my mouth and my eyes, I looked over at him. The man had sat back on a toilet and was looking at me, waving his cock which I was now seeing clearly for the first time. Whilst I obviously couldn't measure it, I'd have said it was definitely at least 7 inches, possibly 8 and he was uncut. The shaft was thick and the head was thankfully smaller than I'd originally thought or I'm not sure that my throat would have coped. Already it was slick and shiny with the saliva and throat slime that was coating it but still, he ordered me to crawl over to him and lick every bit.
"Show me you fucking love it. Be a good boy for me."
The licking only satisfied him for a moment and it wasn't long before he had one hand on the back of my head and he was, once again, forcing me down onto his long shaft. I could feel the heat of it inside of me and the pulsing on my tongue and inside of my throat. For a little while, he allowed me to slide up and down it: he'd push me all the way down until I could feel his pubes on my nose but then let me pull back so that only the head was on my tongue. His big cock never left my mouth but I was able to breathe better doing this, though I did still cough and gag for most of the time.
"Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he said to me, "Little teen twink just so fucking hungry for dick. You want my load, don't you?"
I couldn't reply but, as he moved so that one hand was on each side of my head, he answered his own question: "Yeah, you do! Craving my spunk. Gonna fill you up then!"
At that, he started to move me more rapidly, pulling my head down and forcing every inch all the way down into my throat. His scent filled my nose as it was smashed into his pubes. Now, instead of letting me up, he'd hold me there and I could feel my throat tightening around his cock as it throbbed inside of me. When I was allowed up, it was only to be pulled back down seconds later.
"So tight... so fucking tight... oh yeah... yeah... FUCK!" he screamed out so much so that I was sure his voice would carry out into the park. It was almost animalistic - a cry of victory - as his big, thick cock began to swell. Without warning, he withdrew from me completely and released my head. I barely had time to steady myself before I felt the first ropes of spunk land over my face. He was grunting and groaning, his whole body twitching as he emptied his heavy, hairy balls all over my eighteen-year-old face. Jet after jet of thick white cum rained down on me and, when he'd finally finished, he told me what a pretty little boy I was all covered in his load. Another picture was taken as he started to push the cum into my mouth with his fingers. He had a strong taste - much more flavourful and saltier than yesterday's guy had been and I'd be lying to you if I said that I didn't savour some of it as it slid down my tongue.
The man left me shortly after, some of his load had been fed to me but some was still over my face and I just remained there on my knees on the floor. I'd managed to gain control back over my breathing but I just couldn't get up and leave, not yet. My phone buzzed again.
"Good boy," the message said, "Sir likes it when boys are obedient. That man gave you a good review so your secret is safe for now."
Accompanying the message were the pictures that the man had taken and, once again, I was surprised by just how much of a slut I looked.
======================================== Email: jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter =======================================
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