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Chapter Two
It had been a couple days since John had ordered me to his apartment and made me wear women's underthings, took me to a local bar and let the patrons use me. And, I'd submitted, I'd surrendered to his will totally -- me the head of a large business, a respected family-man and part of my community -- now a male whore, another man's whore.
Every time my email indicator chimed, I wondered if it was him, I wondered what I'd be ordered to do next. I still waited to be given permission to suck his cock. He kept it held at a distance, teasing, enticing, making me subject to his wants and desires. The more he made me wait, the more I wanted it. I waited.
Then three days after our last conversation and meeting, his name appeared on my computer. "For Immediate Action," the email subject line read. I moved my mouse to the document and with just a moment's hesitation, clicked.
"You indicated in some of our previous chats that your son was eighteen and still living at home," it began, "and you also indicated that he did have an online account."
"You are to go into his computer and find out his screen name and provide it to me within one day."
"There will be no further communication until you have fulfilled this demand."
"You needn't worry, I will not let your son know of your new position in life. Your secret will be safe."
"And," it continued, "I will be requiring a picture of your son's cock before we can continue. I'm curious how his cock compares to yours. Make sure I can see both his cock and his face in the shot too. Who knows, maybe you'll find out he's a whore as well."
"I don't care how difficult it is, but I'd suggest you do it during the middle of the night when he's sleeping."
"This is your task. We'll continue after you send me the photo and his online screen name."
It was simply signed "JOHN," in capital letters, which I knew signified his dominance.
This phase or change or whatever it was into which I'd entered, had now taken a new and frightening path. I thought about the anonymity of my private online conversations with John and even though I'd submitted to sucking or being fucked by strange men for him, the relationship still seemed rather safe and private. Now, he wanted into my personal family life -- my son's screen name and a photo of him naked. I had not seen my son Eric naked in years and the idea of finding the opportunity of seeing his cock, let alone getting a picture of it, caused great concern. I couldn't believe I was actually thinking about doing it, yet I was and I had no choice but to comply.
Eric still lived with us and his sex life had always been very private. I had no knowledge of his sexual activity, not even masturbation, and though I' d thought about it, I'd never looked for it. He worked for a local bookseller and his job was strenuous. He usually came home late and went straight to bed. I went home around six or seven, my usual time and had a quick bite with my wife. She retired to the den to watch something on television and I went up to my study to think about how to accomplish this new, disturbing task.
Since Eric wouldn't be home till late, I went into his room and began browsing around his computer. I found he had two screen names, one obvious for family and the like, and a second, hidden name for what I wasn't sure. I made note of it and quickly left his room. I hoped he wouldn't discover my intrusion in his privacy. We'd always respected and trusted each other. I returned to my study and wrote down the name still not believing I was about to share this with my Master. Yes, that was the first time I realized or verbalized or thought about John as my Master --He the Master, and I the whore.
Eric came home late as usual, grabbed a bite in the kitchen and headed to bed. My wife turned in early too, also as usual. I drank a glass or two of wine considering how I was going to get the photo I needed, admittedly a little excited about seeing Eric's cock. I too wondered how big it was.
I sat alone in my study till almost one in the morning, thinking, planning. I wondered why John wanted it, what did he have in mind, why he wanted the picture. Then, summoning my courage, I quietly crept down the hall to Eric's room. I listened at the door and heard his quiet snoring. I reached for the handle, turned, and slowly stuck my head in his door. "Eric," I called quietly. He didn't answer. He'd always been a sound sleeper. He lay quietly breathing under the top sheet on his bed. He'd always been a hot boy and hated sleeping under covers. His naked chest stuck out from the top of the thin blue sheet. The room was lit from a desk lamp he'd left on. I moved closer, he was a beautiful boy, handsome and well developed, he worked out at a local gym and always had been athletic. I moved closer waiting, watching for any reaction to my presence in the room. He continued his quiet sleep-breathing, unaware of what I was about to do.
I moved closer and reached for the sheet. If he woke, I wasn't sure what I'd say, I should have prepared, just in case. But, I'd been given an order and though I should have resisted, I couldn't.
I slowly pulled the sheet back. When I had it pulled down past his knees, I noted much to my disappointment that he was wearing a pair of dark blue pin-striped tight boxers. I could see the outline of his cock and balls as he layed quiet, lost in sleep. I liked what I saw, his cock well-defined under his underwear. But, how was I going to get his cock exposed and what if he woke while I was taking the photo?
I knelt beside the bed, so I could duck if he started to wake. I reached for the waistband of the shorts and slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull them down. The thin elastic material moved down over his hip bones exposing a thick bush of blond pubic hair. I kept pulling as they moved over his hips, down from under his butt and over his beautiful cock. There it was. My son's cock, at least 6" soft, I wondered how big it would be hard and why he had a cock so much bigger than mine. Soon I had the shorts down to his knees and released the waistband. I took the digital camera from my pocket and held my breath as I prepared to snap a photo. In the dim light I focused and slowly squeezed the shutter. An explosion of flashlight filled the room as I held my breath. He didn't budge. I took a few more, some closer on his cock, and some of his entire body including his face. I was mesmerized by the beautiful sight; realized my cock was hard, my dress pants protruding my hidden erection.
I looked at the display and moaned at the beautiful shots of his cock. From the angle I shot, you could see the underwear around his knees, his arms over his head on the pillow, unaware of what his father was doing, unaware of the lust I felt for him. Unaware that his father had now sucked or been fucked by nearly a dozen different guys.
I pulled the shorts up, slowly, but as quickly as I could letting my fingers brush over his soft beautiful cock and left the room. I wanted to stay.
Sitting in my study, I loaded the pictures on my computer. I looked at my son, naked on my screen, admired the beauty and size of his cock, his perfect young body and wondered what the hell Iwas doing.
I prepared an email document for John, entered Eric's screen name, attached the photos and poised with the mouse over the "send" button. I thought and as if I had no will of my own, I hit the button. I'd given John access to my son, pictures and his private online identity.
Once I fell into bed, I drifted off quickly to sleep, and dreamed of images of my son naked. I woke and left earlier than usual, no one in the house was awake, I didn't want to face anyone at that moment.
When I logged on to my computer at the office that morning, John had already replied.
"Good boy," he wrote, "I now want your office direct line number, so I can call you."
I clicked the reply button, typed in my private number and hit send.
Minutes later my phone rang. "Hello," I responded, figuring it was him.
"Good cocksucker," he said. "very good cocksucker. And, very nice cock on that young fuck of yours. Too bad, you don't have as big a cock. How'd you think he'd respond knowing his dear old dad was a cocksucker?"
I didn't know what to say.
"You there cocksucker," he asked.
"Yes," I stuttered.
"Did you suck his cock while you had him naked," he continued.
"No," I insisted, shocked at his question.
"Too bad," he continued, "I sure would have."
"How could a cocksucker like you not take a taste," he asked.
"He's my son," I stammered.
"So," John mocked. "A cock's a cock to a cocksucker. It doesn't matter whether its white or black, big or small, strange or related, a cock's a cock especially to a whore."
"You're going to suck it someday," he assured. "Do you think he's a cocksucker too?"
"No," I squeaked, "I'm sure... I think. NO, he's not."
"I wonder," John laughed. "Okay, I have an assignment for you."
"You'll have to tell you wife you have a evening meeting tonight. You've got another group of cocks to take care of. Is that cock of yours hard now with all this talk?"
"Yes," I chocked.
"Are you alone in your office with the door closed," he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Undo you pants an push them and your underwear down to the floor," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," I said and did as I was told.
"Are they down," he asked.
"Yes," I continued sitting bare-assed in my leather chair.
"What are you," he asked.
"I don't understand," I replied.
"What ARE YOU," he yelled.
"A cocksucker," I stuttered.
"Yes, indeed." He laughed. "There's no need for a cocksucker to ever wear underwear. A cocksucker should always have quick access to his cock. From now on, you're not allowed to wear underwear, ever. Is that clear?"
"Never," I asked. "What will I tell my wife?"
"Never," he demanded. "It's up to you what you tell your wife. I want you always ready for action. No matter where you go, what you have on, you're never to wear undies. Now that I have your office phone number, I'll need your cell phone too."
I supplied my cell number without a second thought.
"There's a park just outside of town near the old paper mill," he continued. "You're to be there at 7 tonight. And from this date forward, I'll never have to tell you to not wear underwear. Right?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Yes, What? You cocksucker."
"Yes Sir."
When I got off the phone, I took my underwear completely off and pulled up my pants. I dropped the shorts in the bathroom trash, realizing I had to do as he asked. I'd never wear them again.
Just after six, I closed down my computer, and left for my assignment. I drove out of town to the park as directed. It was just turning dark as I turned into the parking lot. I saw John's car and drove over parking next to him.
He nodded as I shut off the engine and climbed out. I went around to the passenger door, it was locked when I tried the handle. He rolled down the window and told me to stand in front of the car and strip. John got out too and stood watching me with a camera in hand.
I knew better than to hesitate, I walked around the front of the car and took off all my clothes, laying them on the hood of John's car. He smiled as I stripped, made sure I'd followed directions with no shorts. He took photos of each stage as I undressed. He took my clothes and threw them in his back seat.
"You're to take a walk down the path over there," he ordered. "When you're out of sight of the parking lot, stand against a tree and wait. Whenever a guy walks by, you are to ask if you can suck his cock, that you're a cocksucker and love to drink cum. No, you're to beg, drop to your knees and beg for their cocks. Clear?"
"Yes," I whimpered .
He handed me the camera. "You're to ask if you can take a picture of the cocks you suck," he continued. "Tell them it's for your scrapbook, or they can take a picture of you sucking their cocks. Some guys really get off on that. When you have four different cockshots, you can come back here to my car, but not until you have them.
I took the camera, turned and started down the path. My ass was cold in the evening air, the cool summer breeze moved around my cock and balls as I walked. When the parking lot was out of sight, I turned and leaned back against a tree, and waited.
I hadn't waited long when two young college aged guys came walking by. They stopped in their paths when they saw me standing naked in the clearing.
"What the fuck," one of them said, laughing at the sight. "Looks like we've got a nature-boy here. Aren't you kinda old for this man?"
"Can I suck your cocks," I begged. "Please."
They laughed and kept walking away from me.
"Please," I shouted.
They didn't look back.
The next was an older guy, probably in his mid-forties. When I asked if I could suck his cock, he smiled and agreed.
I undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. I dropped to my knees as he grabbed my hair and rammed his quickly hardening dick past my lips. I went to work, sucking and licking and swallowing his cock. It was average size, probably six inches, but thick and hot as he fucked my mouth. I chocked a couple times on his precum, but kept sucking. It didn't take long before his cock started throbbing, his thrusts came faster and harder and deeper and then he shot his huge load into my throat, nearly choking me. I swallowed it all. He held me tight to his abdomen, his cock buried in my throat till it began to go soft. He pulled out, wiped his cock over my face and in my hair, and reached to pull up his pants.
"Can I take a quick picture of your cock, no face," I asked. "For my scrapbook."
He laughed and said "sure."
I snapped a couple close-ups of his now soft cock before he turned and walked on down the path.
The next were three teenage boys, probably in the mid-teens. They laughed when they saw me standing naked but quickly pulled out their cocks when I begged to suck them. They agreed to the pictures and not only let me take shots of each of their cocks, but they each took shots of me sucking off their buddies. They came quick and left practically before I could swallow the last boy's cum.
I had the four cockshots for John, but couldn't seem to get up and walk back. I waited. Soon a biker, probably in his 50's came walking by. He looked me up and down and when I asked to suck his cock, he told me sure, but he was going to fuck me too.
He let me take shots of him undressing, he stripped completely as I shot picture after picture, as his cock raged fully erect sticking straight up, it was probably 9 inches hard. I'd never had one that big yet. My mouth drooled at the sight, I lusted beyond control and restraint. I lunged on his huge cock and sucked my way as far down the shaft as I could. The biker kept taking shots of me sucking my way down his monster cock. I sucked like I needed it to breath, to live. I sucked like I could never stop. He then pushed me off and down to the ground. He grabbed me, swung me around, and spit on my ass, shoved his fingers deep to open me up and began ramming his cock full speed into my ass. I thought I'd pass out from the pain. I watched flashes of white pain spread across my eyes in the dark of the woods. He fucked deeper and deeper till I felt his full weight on my back, my ass, inside me. Fully buried in my ass, he fucked me like the whore I now knew I was. My cock exploded without being touched from the intensity of the moment, the same time his exploded in my ass. He filled me with his seed, fucked and swore obscenities till he collapsed on my back, fully spent. He lay on top of me for a few minutes, both of us breathing heavy, exhausted. He then slowly pulled out with an audible pop and a gush of his cum running down my legs, my ass sore and red from his pounding. He took a couple last pictures as I lay unable to move in the wet summer weeds beneath the trees and dressed and left without a word.
Slowly I recovered, I got up, picked up the camera and walked back to John. He sat on the hood of his car, smiling as I approached.
He held out his hand for the camera, I gave it too him. He clicked through the pictures laughing, smiling, pleased with the show.
"I see you took one more than I'd asked for," he commented. "Good whore."
"Can I have yours," I asked, despite the repeated assaults on my mouth.
"Getting closer," he said. "Get dressed, get home. Don't want your wife getting suspicious, now do we?"
He drove off, my clothes were still in his car. I panicked momentarily till I saw my keys in my ignition. I pulled them out, opened the trunk, no clothes. I hoped I could make it home into my garage without being seen.
I pulled into my garage, got out, opened the kitchen door. My wife was in the den. I crept past the door, upstairs to my room unseen.
I put on my pajamas, felt the pain in my ass, my mouth. I reeled in the memories of the evening, of John, of the desire for his cock. Despite the pain, the humiliation, as I thought of his cock, mine hardened again. I reached down and jacked till I exploded all over the pale green carpet of our bedroom.
I waited again for my next direction....
End of Part 2.