Hearing that I kind of panicked and tried to back away. Joe held me in place as he watched me struggle. "Stay right there Brad!"
Joe kept my mouth on his cock as I felt the first pulse go through his dick. My head was held steady as Joe watched me get my mouth filled. "Swallow it Brad. Drink it all down." Joe ordered. He grunted with each pulse of his orgasm.
Even though I had tried to stop, once Joe started shooting his load, my reservations about that action evaporated. I admitted to myself that I hadn't hated what happened.
His hands fell away as his cum stopped shooting. I stayed in place, slowly licking up and down Joe's cock as it softened slightly. I got up from the floor and sat back down on the love seat. Joe's cock was still obscenely sticking out from his pajama pants, but he made no move to reholster his weapon.
The porno scene had changed again while I was on my knees. It seemed a pizza guy had made his delivery and was now getting his tip in the form of the customer's cock down his throat. I had the feeling that the pizza guy's tip would be much like the one I had just received. The customer pulled pizza guy to his feet, bent him over the kitchen counter, pulled the uniform pants down, and was feeding his cock into pizza guy's ass. Pizza guy put one knee up on the counter to give the customer easier access, and the customer took full advantage. Pizza guy was begging for more as the customer pounded away. Just before he finished, pizza guy fell to his knees just in time to have the customer's cum shoot onto pizza guy's face and chest. The ending was simple. "Same time next week?" Pizza guy asked.
Joe was absently stroking his cock again. "So, what did you think of that video?"
"Looked like they both had fun, and it sounded like that guy orders a lot of pizza." I said.
Joe took my hand and once again placed it on his cock. I started stroking it without hesitation. "That's good," Joe sighed. "You learned pretty quickly. That will come in handy."
Joe simply got up and walked away further into the house. I stayed in place, unsure of whether I was supposed to go or not. Another scene had started on the screen. I decided that I had seen enough and headed for the door. As my hand closed around the doorknob, I heard Joe call me.
"Brad, come in here. I've got something to show you."
My first thought was to hop on my bike and be miles away before Joe realized I was no longer there. But since Joe had already gotten what he wanted, I figured that it wouldn't hurt to see. I followed the sounds and entered the doorway of what turned out to be Joe's bedroom. It was furnished with heavy, solid pieces, the biggest obviously being the bed. Made of metal and wood, it was an imposing sight.
Joe was standing beside the bed, gesturing me over. "Have you ever been on a bed this size? It's a California King. Here, sit down. Feel how comfy it is." I didn't move at first and Joe took notice. "Don't be rude Brad. I won't be disrespected in my own house."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and Joe casually disrobed. "Take your clothes off. You're not gonna need them for a little bit." Joe said. I apparently didn't move fast enough, as Joe grabbed my leg and tore off my boot. "Now strip!" he demanded.
My hands were shaking as I removed the rest of my garments. Joe just stood there scowling at me. "For being a submissive bottom, it seems like you need to learn what that actually means."
