Chapter 2 of the adventure. Master has picked me up from my house, introduced me to his cock, and led me back to his home. What's in store for me inside?
He led me inside and turned around to look at me.
"There will be a few rules you'll learn around here," he said, "the first is you'll always be naked or wearing what I've provided you in my house, and you'll always be on all fours. You don't have the privilege to stand in my presence without my permission."
I nodded and said, "yes Sir," getting down to my knees. He towered over me, easily over 6 feet tall, making me feel even smaller and weaker.
He smiled again, the same smile that I was beginning to fear and said, "good boy."
He went into the house as I crawled behind him. I felt pretty ridiculous, crawling naked behind a clothed, grown man, but after his initial treatment of me, it felt somehow right. He lead me to a kitchen and told me to wait. I knelt there for several minutes, feeling an incredible mix of awkwardness and vulnerability you can only feel when you're kneeling naked in a stranger's house.
I heard him call for me from another room and I began crawling to follow the voice. I went down the hall and into his bedroom where he was sitting in a computer chair in front of a large desk. He had taken his jacket and jeans off, leaving just his t-shirt and boxer shorts. He walked behind me and told me to put my hands behind my back. I quickly complied and he took them together, squeezing them with one hand while he tightened a zip-tie around them. It made a menacing screech as my hands were bound into place.
He came in front of me and grabbed my balls as I winced. He slapped me strongly across my face and shouted, "you will not ever try to avoid me if I grab you!"
I nodded submissively as he turned his attention back to my balls. He pulled them down tight away from my body and pulled another zip tie tight around them. They were painfully taught and I realized they'd only get worse over time.
He sat back down in the chair, leaning back as if to admire his simple handiwork. I felt especially helpless now, kneeling there in front of him like that.
He started to take his pants off and his huge dick popped free. It was the first time I could get a good look at it and I thought I was really in for a long night. He gestured under his desk and just simply said, "under!" and I realized what was in store for me. I struggled to maintain my balance and crawl into position. Before I could gain a remotely comfortable position he pulled the chair forward pinning me in. My balls were squeezed under me uncomfortably as I was twisted in at an odd angle. I heard him simply order, "suck," and I leaned in to take his cock into my mouth.
As I started to work on his dick, I could hear him typing on the keyboard and the clicking of the mouse. Again, feeling helpless and deprived, I noticed a heightened sense of hearing and taste. He seemed to precum a lot and it felt sweet and sticky in my mouth. I could hear the familiar sounds of a video game loading and starting up. It was as if he wasn't even paying attention to me! Being a bit of a gamer myself, I realized the act of starting a game could mean I'd be in my predicament for potentially a very long time. Though he seemed uninterested in me, he managed to stay rock hard. I had struggled to force my mouth most of the way down his cock and I worked on it slowly and tediously.
He would let out an occasional moan, giving me reassurance that he at least remembered I was still there as I began to get very sore. There was hardly any room to shift my position and it was difficult to really move anywhere without letting his cock fall out of my mouth which he had sternly told me not to do at the start of it all. So I resigned to my position, realizing this was my fate and I didn't have any other choice.
After about an hour I could hear the sounds of the game closing and I hoped I'd finally be getting a break. This thought of course, only brought me to the realization that a break from sucking meant taking this monster up my virgin ass. But by that point my mouth was so sore it actually sounded like a good idea.
Of course, I was disappointed again as I could hear the sounds of porn playing above me. I could hear a boy squealing and the rhythmic sounds of slapping skin foreshadowing what was about to come. I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind and focus on sucking.
My master was moaning more at this point and soon he started to roll his chair back slowly. He groaned and said, "don't you dare let it come out of your mouth."
I followed it greedily and he led me out from under the desk taking my hair in his hands and starting to work me up and down on his cock. Every once and a while he would force me down further and I'd gag a bit and he'd pull my head back up, but just to the tip holding it in my mouth while I tried to regain my breath. Then he'd force me down again going even deeper. I felt like a rag doll getting my face worked up and down. He kept telling me to look up at him with my eyes and at one point he said he really liked seeing me tear up with his cock down my throat.
Eventually I developed a good rhythm and he leaned back putting his hands behind his head to enjoy my service. I was deepthroating him vigorously as he said, "yeahh, just keep doing that." He leaned back over to the computer and I heard the squealing boy stop. There were a few clicks and then silence. He started to get more verbal saying things like, "keep your eyes up here!" or "take that dick deep in your throat slut." Once and a while he'd lean back and moan and say, "that's a good boy," and I'd feel a sense of accomplishment and a desire to push myself further and deeper despite my continuing discomfort.
Then, I heard another moan. Only this time it came from the computer. It sounded like another man cumming. Then the sound changed and I heard a younger voice exclaim, "nooo wayy bro you've got to see this!" followed by juvenile laughter. I jerked my eyes off my master as I strained to see what was going on, careful not to let his precious cock out of my mouth. He snapped, "that's right! You're on a webcam, now get your eyes back up here!" he came back into focus as I continued forcing his cock in my throat. I could hear the boys roaring with laughter as my face grew red with humiliation.
