I had been dreading Monday, and here it was. Chris was headed out the door and I had to rush to shower and get dressed. He didn't care that I had to be quick so I wouldn't be late, it was just a little twist he pulled on my life. I had to take care of him without concern for my schedule, then hurry to make up time.
I really didn't want this Monday to come because after work I was going to have my first cocksucking lesson. Worse, it was with a guy from the mailroom. My stomach turned when I got to the building. I was at my desk when I saw Mike across the room. The look on his face filled me with anger and shame. He was obviously enjoying the anticipation of my sucking him off after work. He delivered the mail to my desk and whispered "You're mine tonight." I heard the glee in his voice. It hit me like a punch to the gut.
"Yes, sir." I whispered back. Mike went on, smirking. Work was tough. I couldn't keep my mind off my blue balls or what I was going to be forced to do at Mike's place. I had to force down lunch. I had been trying to enjoy my lunches since it was the only time I got to eat like a normal person. This was ruining the one free-like time I had.
You know how the clock always moves slow when you want to head out of work for fun? It's fast when you don't want the day to end. When the office was pretty empty I went to the mailroom and asked Mike. "Are you ready, sir?" I hated Chris for making me so respectful to this guy.
"Yeah." Mike said, laughing. He tossed his keys in the air, caught them and fairly swaggered out, me following. We got in our cars and he lead me to his apartment. A little place, a bit run down. We got out and up the stairs where he unlocked the door.
Inside, Mike flopped on a ratty sofa, legs splayed and arms along the back. "Strip, bitch."
"Yes, sir." I started taking off my clothes. He grinned. I discovered I couldn't back talk him like I could Chris, and I couldn't make my face show my disgust. I guess Chris had programmed me that way. My dick was getting hard. Damn. I was sexually serving a man, so Chris's command to get a boner took effect.
Once I was naked and standing in front of him, Mike said "Hands behind your head and helicopter your dick." I obeyed, feeling foolish. "You'll do this at the start of every session. It amuses me."
"Yes, sir." I kept up my performance.
After a minute or two, Mike said "Get on your knees and take my pants off."
"Yes, sir." I knelt, worked on his belt, then got his pants off. He was getting hard. The second cock I had ever sucked was in front of me again.
"Since you're so shit at this, we're going to start with some face fucking. If you can't suck well, you'll learn to take it deep and fast." With that he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and started hammering in and out. I was gagging and coughing, but he went on. "We'll fuck this gag reflex out of you. You'll take a dick and like it. All the way in." He did go all the way in. His pubes against my nose, cutting off my oxygen. I heaved, but he kept me in place. My body wouldn't even try to push away.
Finally he pulled out and let me grab a quick breath before he started pounding again. "Come on bitch, take it. Deeper. Deeper." He drilled my throat. It was violent, he was taking his rage out on me. And all I could do was just accept it. He would push in quick for several jabs, then slowly force in and out, listening to me gag and laughing at me. "No resistance. Good, you fucker. You'll do it my way." Then he shoved in quick and rough. My eyes watered and tears fell down my cheeks. His hands were holding my head and using me like a fleshlight. I felt his dick getting harder as he ploughed my face. He was enjoying having all this control over me. Making me do what he wanted.
After forcing me for several thrusts, hitting deep in my throat, he pulled me off/released me, leaving me gasping for breath.
"If you can't suck a man off like he deserves, you will get face fucked. That's being treated like I just did to you. Of course, some men will want to fuck your face anyway. But you need to treat a man's cock like it's the most precious thing in the world every time you get your mouth to work. Nothing is more important, and that includes you breathing. You can gag, sputter, anything, but that's nothing compared to your work in getting the cock to feel good. Understand me, bitch?"
"Yes, sir." I was depressed being lectured like a schoolboy.
"Now, kiss the head of my cock."
"Yes, sir." I leaned in and pecked the head.
"That's a start. Now do a french kiss."
"Yes, sir." Flashbacks went through my head of my date with a dildo. I moved my lips to his cock and french kissed it, moving my lips and putting my tongue on his cockhead and swirling it around.
"That's right, keep it up bitch." I kept it up. My hand had to come up and hold his cock shaft so that it would stay in my mouth so I could continue kissing as ordered.
Mike groaned and lay his head back. I tasted precum as he was leaking. He was turned on, and I was the object, just doing what he wanted. Chris had me obeying Mike, so I was really working to do my best. It had been so long since I had kissed a woman, and this was reminding me of it, making my blue balls ache. I was hard since another of Chris's orders was to be hard when I was sexually servicing a man. The kissing went on and on. Mike just enjoying my work and getting pleasure he didn't have to repay. I had his precum all over my lips, filling my mouth with his taste.
I don't know how long I was kissing his cock when Mike said "Now, when you are working a dick, you want the man to know you are enjoying having his cock in your mouth. So you moan like you are having the best meal you have ever eaten. You want to really get into it. Men like to hear you are the happiest little fag in the world, and all because you are sucking their dick. Get to it."
I started moaning, making sounds of pure enjoyment as I had been ordered. Mike laughed. I felt a wave of shame.
Mike started talking again. "When you are sucking cock, you give it your full focus. Nothing else matters. All that you care about is pleasuring your man. Don't worry if you can't breath, if your throat hurts, or if your body is trying to force yourself off it because it's gagging you. You make your man feel good. If your knees hurt, if your neck is tired. Fuck all that. Just work on your man's dick. Everything but his pleasure should be out of your mind. If he shoots down your throat and you pass out, you better get up and clean him up. Kiss his balls and let him know you are ecstatic to be used to get him off. Got that, bitch?"
"Yes, sir." I mumbled, still french kissing his cockhead.
"You dumb fucker. So high and mighty at work. Lording it over me. Being an asshole to everybody. Now you're on your knees doing whatever I tell you. Kissing my cock. Not so superior now, are you? Always treated everyone like you had the world by the balls. Now you're going to be kissing my balls. In fact, do that now. Get down there and kiss my balls."
"Yes, sir." I lifted off his cockhead and went to his balls, kissing them like I meant it.
"That's right asshole. Kiss them. Kiss my balls. You'll be doing that a lot. I'll get you to do it in the mailroom too. All naked and kneeling. It's going to be so great to put you in your place." Fuck, I don't want to suck him off at work. Someone could see us, and there is no way I'd ever live it down. But if Mike told me to, I know I'd be forced to do it.
"In a minute you'll go back to the head. This time, pay attention to the piss slit. Get your tongue in it. Not too much, tease it a bit, then let it go. But you want to pay attention to every bit of the cockhead when you're there. Back up to my head."
"Yes, sir." I went back, using my tongue to go into his piss slit.
