Although this is a stand alone story, it is the final chapter from Wayne's perspective of a straight, married man's conversion to a cock servicing submissive. It contains themes of cheating, gay sex, group sex, cuckolding, non-consent, and reluctance. If this offends you in any way. please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy.
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I lay on the bed face down, naked, with a dildo in my ass and thigh-high stockings. I was rubbing my boner against the sheets, while Mark watched me on Face Time. It was now the third time I had masturbated for him this way and still my favorite.
There would be time later to think about how pathetic I had become. But at that moment, all that mattered was his cock was hard and I made him that way. I had resigned myself to the fact he had trapped me, and the best way out was to comply completely, until he got bored and moved on.
But the sad truth was, the more I complied, the hornier I got. I told myself that I had no choice, because if Amy ever found out, my marriage would be over. But if I were honest, I looked forward to this for two days. He told me I would need to pace myself and could only come when he told me it was okay. When he informed me two days ago, that this day I would be allowed, I played this moment over in my mind dozens of times.
I looked forward to rubbing myself off on the sheet of my hotel bed for him. I had a twisted sense of pride because it was my idea to put on the stockings when I first showed him my favorite way to masturbate. They were similar to the stockings that went with my Captain Cock-whore outfit he made me wear at his house.
This morning, I added the dildo to take it to the next level. I even did a trial run with a straight plastic dildo, but it would slip out when I really got going. Instead, I was using the three-balled dildo, he introduced me to. It was about the length of his cock, nine plus inches, with three progressively larger balls about an inch apart, with a one-inch diameter shaft between them. With the wider ball in my ass, the vibrator would not slip out as my asshole clung to the narrower shaft.
This morning, I was three-balls deep with him soon controlling the vibration remotely. My cock was rock hard, and I had set the device to high when the call started. I made the call and positioned the phone to capture the image. As he answered, I ran to the bed and began to get in position.
"Hold on there CC..."
I froze on my hands and knees, climbing on the bed.
" You have my cock in this morning?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Thomas," I replied, with my ass facing the camera.
My cock was so stiff, it was nearly touching my belly as I felt the vibrator stop. He had already taken control.
"Excited this morning, my friend?" he asked with his arrogant tone.
My hopes for a quick session were dashed, as the inevitable humiliation began. In that regard, he was definitely not my friend.
"Yes sir. I can't stop thinking about your cock," I said to appease him. I told myself, 'Stick to the plan and comply. He will get bored soon enough.'
That didn't mean I was lying. It was true. From the moment I was first coerced into touching it, the feeling of him in my hand stuck with me, and since the first time I took all of him in my throat, I haven't stopped thinking about his cock for even one hour.
"Turn over and show me your boner, CC." he said matter-of-factly.
The vibrator turned back on, and I quickly complied, rolling onto my back. My hard-on touched my belly as I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at the camera. Even on low, the vibrating cock in my ass had me like granite and his smile was immense.
"Point it toward the ceiling, CC, and let it go quickly," he commanded.
I did and it thumped my belly like a drum.
"Again, faster," he continued.
I did and it thumped harder.
"Again...."
And so it went, as he made me repeat it, listening to it thump against me as I stiffened a tiny bit more with each drumbeat.
"Having my cock in your ass makes you that hard, doesn't it?"
"Yes sir," I said complying.
"Does thinking of Amy make you that hard, CC," he asked, sending a dark shadowy fog through my mind.
I did not answer. I hated when he brought her up. I was reminded of his showing up at my house when I was out of town, just to taunt me that he could get to Amy and reveal everything, if I didn't comply.
"I asked you a question, CC," his arrogance oozing from every word.
"No, sir," I acquiesced.
"No sir, what?"
The vibrator kicked up to medium.
"Oh fuck," I grunted. "No, sir. Thinking about Amy doesn't make me this hard Sir."
I added the second, Sir, to emphasize my compliance, hoping he would move on.
"I gotta say, seeing her and her mother in those bikinis made me that hard, Steven," he taunted, crossing the line.
Steven was the false name I gave him when he first manipulated me, and he has since used it as a means of torturing me further about lying and cheating.
"Please don't talk about her, I will do whatever you want. Please let me come for your cock," I pleaded hoping beyond hope to appease him. "She's done nothing to deserve your abuse."
"Abuse, but Captain Cock-whore, I have never made you do anything you haven't since begged for..."
From the very beginning, he had made me beg on camera to do the things he wanted, amid the threat of exposing all to Amy. So I took the opening to beg him again.
"Please let me show you how much I want your cock," I pleaded, as I began to roll over. "Please let me come for your cock, Mr. Thomas."
I flipped over to hump the sheets.
"Stop and turn back over, Steven!" he commanded again.
"Yes, sir, thank you sir," I said complying.
I was lying on my back, knees bent to accommodate the dildo my ass. With the vibrator humming relentlessly, my boner was then so hard the head did not touch my belly.
"I've been thinking about poker night next week and my cock is so hard, sir. Can I please come for your cock?"
Poker night was an idea he came up with as an excuse to get me out of the house, so he could use me with his friends. He made me dress up in the Captain Cock-whore uniform with a red and black mask, like the bad guy wrestlers wear on Spanish language television. The rest of the uniform was a white T-shirt with a hand-painted "CC" inside an outline of a boner on the front. The outfit was completed with a black lacy garter belt and stockings. No underwear allowed.
I serviced four cocks of his friends, as well as his, that night. He was quite pleased with me that evening, so I knew that was my best chance of breaking him out of the Amy train of thought. Frankly, the anonymity of the mask excited me, and I had gladly complied.
"Who's the abuser, Captain? The husband who lies about being out of town so he can suck cock rather than see his family and satisfy his wife? Or the friendly neighbor that does the work to make sure her new home looks presentable?"
I am an airline pilot and often travel for ten or more days at a time followed by several days at home. To alleviate some guilt about lying to Amy, I lied even more. Amy thought poker night was harmless fun with the guys playing cards. This time, I told her my road trip was actually a day longer than it was, so I could do 'poker night' in secret. It somehow seemed easier to face it, if Amy didn't know I was at Mark's. In my mind, keeping them separated was key.
The vibrator kicked into high and pulsed.
