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The Vote -------- Part 5 ended a bit differently, giving you absolute freedom to suggest a punishment for Phil's unintended orgasm. I received some very interesting suggestions, which I won't share in full detail here as they may pop up later in the story, but ranged from selling pubic hair and wearing skimpy clothing to outright physical torture! You certainly are some twisted little people, I love you all! But thank you to the winner, who has chosen to remain anonymous. Don't forget to send your vote after you finish this chapter.
Phils' Naked Adventures – Part 6
Phil had been a nervous wreck waiting for his new punishment from Master Matt. It was three days before he heard from the Dom again and while it was supposedly 'time off' Phil had maintained his routine of remaining naked at home while Hunter and Alex had continued to use him for the daily blow jobs. Phil did find himself increasingly curious as to how the daily relief he was offering the two teens was affecting their relationships with their girlfriends.
Despite having ejaculated, the orgasm had done little to ease Phil's chastity horniness. If anything, the humiliation of it and the forthcoming punishment had increased it and it was still going to be weeks before he was released. His cock had resumed its seemingly constant flow of precum.
On the third day after his unplanned and untouched orgasm, Phil finally received a message with his punishment.
'You failed me with cum, so you will be punished with it too. You are going to spend ten consecutive days swallowing cum. On day one, just 1 load. On day two, you need to eat 2 loads and so on up until day ten, when you will take 10 loads. If you fail to hit a daily target, you will return back to day one. If you have not completed day ten by the time your timer lock opens, it will be reset once again to 999 hours. Each load MUST be recorded, it will not count if it is not. Additionally, you may only have one load from the guy each day.'
There was no other conversation, just the instruction to which he replied, 'Yes Sir'.
Thankfully, the message had arrived before Hunter and Alex, so Phil had explained the task to them. They were more than willing to help out, magnanimously proclaiming their daily blow jobs as 'for Phil's own benefit'. For today, he only needed one, though obviously both loads still ended up down Phil's throat. Day one was covered. Day two would be just as easily sorted the following morning and from each day from there, he would at least have a two load head-start on his target.
Phil had spend the next couple of days thinking about the best way to get more loads. Grindr was the obvious option, so on the morning of the third day, after servicing Hunter and Alex, he loaded up the app and retitled his profile 'Need cum'. In the body of it, he wrote, 'Need loads to swallow, must be recorded but no need to show your face. Message if interested!'
Day 3 was simple, the profile attracted plenty of attention, and while most of it led nowhere, Phil had soon arranged to meet a guy at some public toilets near his workplace. The man he was meeting was 40 and very much a bear and named Wayne.
"You must be my cocksucker!" Wayne said as he approached Phil outside the toilets. "Come on then, fag!" he teased, grabbing Phil by the arm and dragging him inside.
They went into a cubicle and locked the door. Phil immediately squatted as Wayne unzipped. His dick was already hard, standing out thick and proud, a large black cock ring around it. He slapped Phil's face with it a few times before thrusting it straight down his throat.
Phil gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, but quickly adapted, sucking on the thick tool while groping it his balls with one hand, the other pressed against the cubicle wall to steady himself.
"Damn, you're not bad at that," Wayne growled happily as the younger man worked away on him.
Phil reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, pulling off for a second to say, "Remember I need to record it!"
"Oh I am!" Wayne said happily. As Phil looked up, he could see the man already recording him. "Don't worry, I'll send you a copy!"
Phil let out a gentle moan. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He had gotten used to having Hunter and Alex record him using his own phone that he hadn't even considered that this might happen and that the guys he was sucking would have a permanent record of his faggery.
A couple more minutes working on the meaty tool and Wayne was grunting away happily. He pulled out just enough to make the head of his cock visible in Phil's gaping maw, recording happily as he shot a thick load onto his tongue.
"Now lick it clean!" Wayne ordered, moaning happily as Phil's tongue swirled around the head, retrieving the last remnant of spunk. "Good faggot," he said with a sneer as he pulled out and started to zip up.
"Erm... I have to... swallow more loads for the next week. I could... do this again if you like!" Phil offered. The man held no real attraction for him, it was simply an offer of convenience. He knew he had been quite lucky to find someone who actually followed through on a promise to meet, and while he had said a few playfully insulting things, he seemed like a good guy.
"I'd ask why but I don't really give a fuck," Wayne said dismissively. "I'm not in this area every day, but I'll message when I am. I suppose I can feed you a few more loads."
"Thank you Sir!" Phil said, both happy and embarrassed at the same time.
Wayne grabbed Phil in a tight bear hug and kissed him momentarily. It didn't feel like any kind of affection, it was almost like marking territory. He sniggered again as he let go, then headed out of the cubicle, clearly not even caring if anyone saw he hadn't been in there alone.
Day four was a fairly easy day too, starting off with Alex and Hunter as usual and Wayne getting a second blow job at lunch time. Throughout the afternoon at work, Phil had kept an eye on grindr, chatting to a few guys but not really feeling any hope of them panning out. It was only towards the end of his day that a message popped up from a pictureless profile.
'Wanna suck this?' the message said, along with a picture of a fairly average-sized cock.
'Sure. When and where?' Phil replied. He knew that most of the time-wasters would go quiet at the point, not wanting to make actual plans. It was how he quickly weeded them out.
Almost immediately, he got a reply. 'Right now and at your desk!' As Phil stared at the message, he saw another one pop up. 'Turn around!'
He span in his chair to see Niall, one of his co-workers, stood behind him, hard cock in his hand. Phil looked round the office nervously. It was a small workplace, with less than ten people working there, most of whom were often out visiting clients or sometimes working from home. For now, the office was empty aside from himself and Niall, with their manager in his office with the door closed.
"Niall, what the fuck!" Phil exclaimed in shock.
Niall was in his early-thirties, with a slender frame from his main hobby of running, a charming smile and perfectly styled light brown hair and a beard to match. What made it truly surprising was the ring on his finger. Niall was married. Happily married. Being such a small company, they all knew each other fairly well and Niall's wife always joined him at work events.
"You wanna suck it or not?" Niall asked, actually looking a little nervous.
"Fuck!" Phil muttered, glancing at the office door. He immediately pulled himself forward on his desk chair and took hold of Niall's cock, licking it from base to tip before plunging it into his mouth. Niall had featured in his fantasies before, especially over the last few weeks when his horniness had been off the scale, but it wasn't exclusive to him. Just about every guy who worked there had played at least some part in a passing wank fantasy.
"Can you record it?" Phil asked, holding up his phone.
"Who sees the recoding?" Niall asked nervously.
"Just my master!" Phil answered, keen to finish before getting caught. It was only when he said it that he blushed, having admitted to his co-worker that he even had a master. He quickly added, "But it only needs to show your dick, you don't need to have your face in it or anything, just mine!"
"Okay," Niall agreed, taking the phone and starting the recording as Phil got back to work.
It was barely more than a few seconds of sucking before Niall was grabbing Phil to steady himself as he began to shoot. Phil happily swallowed most of it down, opening his mouth briefly to show some of it to the camera.
As soon as they were done, Niall put the phone down, zipped up and rushed back to his own desk silently. With the working day, and week, ending just half an hour later, neither of them had spoken to each other again before leaving.
That night, Hunter and Alex came round for the evening. The three had hung out together in a non-sexual capacity the previous week, which had been enjoyed by all of them. Phil remained naked, despite having the guests, and while the evening was intended to be purely platonic and non-sexual, there were inevitably a few touches and teases.
Pizzas had just been demolished, with Alex and Phil arguing over the last slice in the box between them on the sofa until Hunter swept in and snatched the box away from them both.
Phil just shrugged and shuffled along to lean on Alex as he said, "Fine, you have pizza, we'll have each other!"
"Aww, if I'd known that was how it worked I'd have let Alex have it!" Hunter pouted playfully. "So I can't join you?"
"Nope, you stay over there on the fat-boy armchair!" Alex teased, draping an arm around the naked Phil.
"You guys suck!" Hunter said moodily as he sat back, but smiled as he raised the pizza and said, "But at least the food's good!" He got a laugh from the others as he shoved most of the slice into his mouth in one go.
"So what's your plan for tomorrow?" Alex asked, looking down at Phil. "Five loads! Well, three after us!"
Phil shrugged. "Dunno, more grindr I guess. It's annoying not being at work, I might have got Niall again. And Wayne if he was in the area!"
"So this Niall guy, he's never... come onto you before?" Alex asked, having been told about the unexpected encounter earlier in the evening.
Phil shook his head. "No, never. Pretty much the whole office is dead straight. I'm 'the gay' there!"
"Weird," Alex said, shaking his head before he grinned. "I mean, totally freakin' hot, but weird!"
"Is it?" Phil asked, sitting up. "I mean, you two have girlfriends and we still do stuff!"
"He's got a point!" Hunter said, before filling his mouth with the other half of the last slice.
Alex shrugged. "I suppose. I kinda... forget about them sometimes!" he confessed.
"Then... why are you with them?" Phil asked. It was still a touchy subject, but as he hadn't brought it up, it felt safe to pursue.
Alex shrugged. "I dunno. I like her... a lot, but it'd break her heart of we broke up!"
"Oh of course, and I bet she'd be DELIGHTED to know you're fucking around with other guys instead, right?" Phil asked, only half-joking.
"Wow, low blow," Alex said, wincing a little.
"How about you?" Phil asked Hunter.
Hunter stared at Alex for a moment, then to Phil, then shrugged. "I'm thinking of ending it!"
"Dude, no, come on!" Alex pleaded.
"And maybe... coming out!" Hunter added cautiously.
"No! No fucking way, not happening. You do that and it won't take a fucking rocket scientist to figure out what we've been doing!" Alex said defensively.
"Look, I haven't decided anything yet, but... Phil's right. We're not being fair to the girls. They deserve better!" Hunter said, sounding genuinely remorseful.
Silence lingered awkwardly for a minute before Phil said, "So yeah... I need more cocks to suck!"
Day five was another successful one. Having spent the night, Hunter and Alex happily started their day with Phil sucking their cocks. The third load came from a guy Phil found on grindr, while loads four and five came from a very eager couple who Alex found.
Day six was when the trouble began. Hunter and Alex were both busy, though they had promised to come round that night for the 'daily donations', leaving Phil on his own on a Sunday to try and find four more guys to blow. By lunchtime, he was still at zero and by 4pm only one guy had actually shown up to get blown.
By eight, he had no more success, though Hunter and Alex were on their way later, which would take him to three. That still left him three short. He resorted to heading out to the local park, hoping he might get lucky and find some guys cruising. He did manage to find one willing guy, but he ran off as soon as Phil suggested recording it. While he still sucked his two friends, he ended the day on a total of three – he had failed.
It was a couple of days before he started his next attempt. He had reasoned that day ten would obviously be the hardest and would require the most time, so he had planned it to fall on a Saturday. Working back, that meant day one should be a Thursday, so he had three days to wait. While the extra delay made him slightly nervous, it felt like a good plan. After all, he still had 33 days left on his timer.
The following week at work went by thankfully swiftly, though Phil couldn't help noticing he still hadn't run into Niall again, though that didn't necessarily mean he was avoiding him, sometimes schedules just worked out that way. By the weekend, he had completed day two of his second attempt, having blown Hunter and Alex that morning.
He was determined to get it right this time and was already meticulously planning ahead. He had the guy he had blown last Saturday arranged for another visit on day three, while the couple he had been with had agreed they were free Sunday to come and let him blow them again.
Phil had been unsure at first how much of a punishment the entire things really was. After all, blowing guys and swallowing loads was far from something he disliked. But now, as time went on, he realised what it was doing to him. Sex was already the main thing on his mind, his prolonged chastity saw to that, but the determination to meet the challenge had made semen an obsession.
It was always on his mind when his next load was, how many he would need to swallow the following day. It wasn't just when he would get it, it was the act of swallowing it that really began to take over his mind. The taste of it, the subtle differences in flavour from guy to guy, how it felt in his mouth, whether they would dribble over his lips and tongue or shoot it against the back of his throat. He lived for cum. Although success was still a week away, he already found himself dreading the day it was over, when he would no longer be forced to take mandatory loads.
With the weekend's appointments over, a new week began. Twenty-five days remained on his chastity, he was already nearly halfway through his new 999-hour sentence but he had barely thought about it, he had been too focused on everyone else's cum to give much thought to his own.
Monday was his second attempt at day five and passed uneventfully... at least by Phil's standards. It both amused and amazed him that sucking two teens before work, a relative stranger (Wayne) at lunchtime and two more random guys in the evening was what now passed as uneventful.
Tuesday he began to get anxious again. It was day six, the day he had failed during his first attempt. Hunter, Alex and Wayne filled half of his quota, the burly bear of a man thankfully working in the area for most of the week. He had a couple more prospects lined up for the evening, which he intended to finalise during the day. He was chatting to a guy on grindr when a message popped up from a pictureless profile. As he went in, he saw the previous messages and realised it was Niall again.
'Toilets!' was all it said.
He was up and moving before even really thinking about it. It felt a little embarrassing to know he was essentially going to blow a guy based on a single-word message, but at the same time, his cock throbbed a little. As he headed into the toilets, he saw Niall at the urinals, but only pretending to use them. He nodded towards the cubicles and went in, waiting for Phil to follow.
Neither of them spoke, but Phil handed over his phone and got a nod in response. As he squatted down, he realised Niall presumably wanted him to do everything as he made no attempt to get his cock out. Phil reached up and pulled open his belt, undid the button and zipper, then pulled the trousers down along with his underwear.
Niall looked a little shocked, presumably only expecting Phil to pull his cock out, but he had left it to the submissive young man to do and this is what he had chosen to he went with it.
Phil quickly got to work sucking on his co-worker's dick, stroking the base with one hand as he sucked down the rest. A quick glance up showed Niall had his mouth closed tightly, presumably to stop himself making noise and getting themselves caught, but he was recording the whole thing and watching the screen intently.
"Finger me!" Niall whispered as he started to feel himself getting close.
Phil was shocked motionless for a few seconds, but then pulled Niall's cock from his mouth to moisten a finger instead, then as he swallowed the cock back down, reached up between the older man's legs. His finger quickly found its target, getting a muted moan as it circled. Sensing this wasn't going to last much longer, he pushed his finger in. He found it slide in surprisingly easily. It made his cock throb as he imagined what the supposedly straight colleague had done to both loosen himself up that much, but also know to ask for a fingering.
Moments later, Niall was shooting into his mouth once again. Phil eagerly swallowed it down, savouring the slight sweet saltiness of it. As he stood, Niall quickly pulled his clothes back on. He had the other man effectively trapped this time.
"That was fun," Phil said happily.
Niall blushed a little and just nodded as he tucked his shirt in.
"Look I... need to do this more," Phil said as he took the phone back. "So if you're in the office any more days this week, we could... ya know."
Niall smiled meekly. "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?" he asked shakily.
"Just between us," Phil said back reassuringly.
"Then... sure. I'm in all week!" Niall said, smiling but still visibly nervous.
Phil smiled back, then cautiously unlocked the door and dashed out, hearing no sign of anybody else around.
The evening visits went as planned, with Phil swallowing two more loads before the end of the night and day six was passed successfully.
Day seven came and so did seven guys, down Phil's throat, the task made somewhat easier by the growing list of repeat visitors his mouth was developing. Day eight was a little bit more of a challenge. Hunter, Alex and Niall had all shot their loads in Phil before the working day started, but Wayne was away for the day, though Phil still managed to make other arrangements. The couple he had blown twice now, who he learned were called Derek and Dave, had arranged to meet him that evening and had even promised to bring a friend. That still left one more to meet the day's quota.
During the morning, he got a message from a guy who seemed interested. Come lunch time, they had arranged for Phil to be picked up outside the office, then they would drive somewhere quiet where Phil could blow him.
As the car pulled up, Phil opened the door and went to get in, but saw the young man, a blonde twinky-looking chav named Olly, gesturing for him to stop. "No clothes in the car!" he ordered.
Phil looked round nervously. "Are you... serious?" he asked shakily.
Olly grabbed his cock through his sweatpants and said, "You wanna suck it, you do as I say!"
"Can we... at least go round the corner?" Phil asked, gesturing to the small side street that ran down the side of the office building.
"Fine!" Olly huffed, then quickly accelerated round the corner.
Phil ran round after him, then looked up and down the street. Thankfully, there was a dumpster he could stand beside, hidden from the main street as he quickly stripped off. Naked and with his clothes bundled in his arms, he went for the car again.
"Are you fuckin' stupid? I said no clothes!" Olly snapped. "Are you wasting my fucking time?"
Phil considered just leaving, but it was day eight, he was so close to completing the task that he didn't want to risk turning down any load. He looked back at the dumpster and walked over, hiding his clothes down behind it and then quickly jumping into the car.
"Useless faggot!" Olly sneered as Phil finally shut the door.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, getting out of the town centre and onto a quiet street. Once he had parked, Olly climbed over into the back seat, pushed down his sweatpants, shorts and underwear, then grabbed out his cock. "Come and get it then, faggot!"
Phil went to climb back too, but Olly held up a hand to halt him and gestured to the door. With a sigh, Phil complied, getting out of the front of the car, then quickly opening the back door to climb back in. It was only momentary exposure, but it felt a lot longer. As unpleasant as Olly seemed, his cock was majestic – nine inches, uncut but the head fully exposed as it stood at full arousal, fairly thick with a pair of hefty balls below, all shaved smooth. Phil happily got to work on it.
Olly seemed to want to enjoy the experience, regularly urging Phil to slow down. "Damn you're good at that!" Olly moaned dreamily as he lay back enjoying the blow job, a hand resting gently on the back of Phil's head. "You're dripping on my leg, by the way!"
"Oh, sorry," Phil said as he pulled off of Olly's cock and reached down to scoop his precum from the teen's lightly-furry leg. He grinned as he raised his hand towards his mouth.
Olly's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Phil's pulling it upwards towards his own mouth before licking the precum off.
"And that made me leak even more!" Phil said with a snigger.
"Good, keep feeding me!" Olly said. His tone actually made it sound more like a request than an order.
Phil smiled, wondering whether this might be the real Olly, and the rough abusive one who had picked him up was just a front. Either way, he returned to the slow, relaxed blow job, occasionally reaching down scoop up more precum to feed to the moaning chav.
"Ah yeah, I'm gonna cum soon!" Olly said breathlessly. As he saw Phil pull off his cock he quickly added, "Don't worry, I know you said you need it recorded. I'm on it!"
Phil grinned and dropped back down to finish sucking. It didn't take long before he had massive load filling his mouth, a few dribbles sliding down Olly's shaft, though they were soon retrieved and swallowed too.
"Fuck. Me!" Olly gasped as Phil sat up, grinning. "You're one hell of a cocksucker!"
"Lots of experience," Phil said with a sightly embarrassed chuckle.
"It shows..." Olly replied, then playfully added, "Faggot!"
"Thanks," Phil replied, sniggering at the insult.
"Hey, that... stuff... how I was when you got in... I... that's not me!" Olly said. Relaxed following the orgasm and no longer putting on a show, he suddenly looked like little more then a shy timid teen, and a fairly cute one at that.
"Maybe we can do it again some time," Phil offered, then glanced out the front of the car and said, "But first I kinda... need to get dressed!"
"Oh, sorry," Olly said, blushing. "That was..." he paused and grinned, "Actually that was freakin' hot, seeing you naked in the street like that!"
They quickly got back into their seats and drove back towards Phil's office, the naked boy ducking down as they got to the busier area to avoid being spotted.
"Message me some time," Olly said, reaching out and tweaking Phil's nipple.
"I will," Phil said cheerfully. This had not gone as bad as he had expected. "Okay, I'm going!" he said, seeing the side street was empty. He jumped out and shit the door, hearing Olly pull off quickly behind him. He jumped to the cover of the dumpster, glad to be concealed from the busy street. As he reached down to get his clothes he was suddenly struck by the terrifying realisation – they were gone!
In a panic, he crouched and looked underneath, hoping they had maybe just slid down, but no luck. He stood and looked inside, maybe they had just been put in by some 'helpful' passer-by. Nothing, in fact it was empty. It suddenly dawned on him that it had likely been emptied and, in moving it, his clothes had been spotted and presumably tossed away too.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he muttered to himself. He was stark naked, in the town centre in the middle of the day. While he was concealed from the eyes of people passing on the busy street ahead, it was only a matter of time until someone else ventured down the side street and spotted him. He had to do something!
And there ends Part 6. Poor Phil, stranded naked, so what will he do?
Option 1 – Try hiding until night time and get home under cover of darkness Option 2 – Make a run for it straight away Option 3 – Go into work and try to get help
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