The Start Of My Submission 2

As instructed, I drove up to the house and pulled into the driveway. It was wrapped around the back of the house where there was a three-car attached garage. The house itself was a modified Craftsman style, lots of wood and brick with some stucco thrown in. Fairly large and very nicely maintained, it was impressive. The house sat on about half an acre of nicely landscaped land. A large deck led down to a nicely paved patio where there was a moderately sized outdoor kitchen, a dining area and a large sitting area with a fire pit. Altogether it looked like a nice place to hang out.

I walked up the steps to the deck and then through the unlocked French doors which led into a very nicely deigned kitchen. Gleaming quartz counters topped by what looked like very expensive oak cabinets. It was appointed with very high-quality appliances including a large professional stove.

I had been commanded to take the stairs just off the pantry to the master bedroom. As I took the steps my heart was racing, adrenaline flowing. I was overcome with emotions ranging from fear through anticipation to pure desire. I entered a large bedroom with a king-sized bed. I took a quick glance around. I could see the master bath which appeared large and nicely done. I could see a large walk-in closet and a doorway that seemed to be some sort of sitting room, maybe a small office.

I had been told to strip naked and get on my knees with my back against the bed. It sounded kind of odd but I was so turned on by the anticipation of what was to happen that I did not really think about it. I went to my knees and pushed my back against the bed. As I had been told, I said, "I'm ready, sir." It sounded as if it had come out as barely a croak.

"Good boy," said a voice from the sitting room. "You will be on your knees as I enter. You will keep your eyes down. If you look up at me, you will be told to leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I rasped.

"When I approach you, I will open my robe and you will be instructed as to how to worship my cock." said the voice.

I responded that I understood. I heard his footsteps as he approached. I could see his feet and the bottom of a navy-blue robe of some sort of satin-like material. He stood before me. It was almost impossible to resist the urge to look at him. He untied the robe and allowed it to fall open.

I raised my head enough to see his cock. It was like nothing I had seen before. At least outside of a porn movie or a sex show. His cock and balls were shaved clean. The balls were huge, the size of an egg and hung low. The cock was still soft though gaining some tumescence. Even at that it was probably 7" long and very thick. He was uncircumcised. I could see his cock head sheathed by his foreskin. It would have been impressive if it was hard at that length.

"Take the balls in your hand. Gently," he commanded.

I gently cupped his massive balls in my hand. They felt heavy, full.

"Do you feel how full they are?"

"Yes," I replied.

Suddenly he grabbed his cock and slapped me hard in the face with it. Twice. It felt like a small club as he slapped me. I was stunned.

"You will address me as sir. If we progress far enough you will call me master, but only if I think you're worth it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I stammered.

"Ok. Good. Take it in your hand and lick up and down the shaft."

I did as I was ordered. His cock was heavy and felt dense. I started at the base and licked up and up to the still covered head. He quickly became engorged. Fully erect he was over 11" long and easily as thick as a can of Red Bull®. He was heavily veined, and I could see more clearly the shape of the head as the foreskin was stretched tight across it.

"Do you like what you see?" he said.

"Yes, sir," I eagerly replied.

"Do you want to feed on it?"

"Yes. please, sir."

"Not good enough. Tell me how much you need it. Beg for it."

"Sir, please let me worship your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth. I'll take as much as I can down my throat. Please feed me your seed,"I begged.

"Much better," he replied, "Are you my bitch, my suck bitch?" he asked.

"yes, sir."

"Good, you may take it into your mouth."

I reached up and took his now fully erect cock in my hands and brought it to my lips. I pulled back on the foreskin to reveal the large mushroom head. As I did that he reached down and took the back of my head and slowly pushed while, at the same time, thrusting into my mouth. He was gentle at first but then said, "lets see how much you can take down your throat."

He began to thrust deeper down my throat until I could not take it anymore. He held it there. I could not escape. I couldn't breathe. Finally, I was able to break free and that massive piece of meat slipped out. I was gagging and gasping for air.

"We will work on that. You need to be able to take more than that. Much more."

With that he put it in my mouth and instructed me to concentrate on the head. Again, I took it in my mouth and began to work on it passionately. I wanted that monster in my mouth. I wanted to feel his cum jetting down my throat.

After a few minutes of this he said, "Ok Jake, you can look at me now."

He knew my name! How was that possible? I looked up at him and instantly recognized him. He was a guy I knew. Not well but we ran in the same circles. He was holding his phone. He had been videoing the whole thing. As I struggled to get up, I understood why he had made me kneel against the bed. He had me pinned against it. He pushed into pinning me even harder. He stroked his cock into my mouth with increasing speed. I knew he was going to cum.

I struggled but was stuck. He stroked in and out of my mouth. Soon he grunted and tensed as he began to ejaculate. I could feel his load blast into my mouth. It was almost too much. Some seeped out and ran down my chin. I swallowed what I could. I thought he was done but as he pulled out of my mouth he continued to stroke his cock. He kept coming. Large jets of thick white cum splashed on my face and chest.

"Keep your mouth open, bitch," he said.

I opened my mouth like a fledgling feeding from its mother. Part of me wanted to get out of there but another part relished taking his semen and feeling it go down my throat. When he finally stopped, he shook his cock a few times so that the last few drops landed on my face. I was smeared in cum. It seemed to coat my face.

I pushed him away and stood up.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, "You took pictures. I didn't say you could do that!"

He laughed and said, "you begged for my cock and cum. You agreed that you were my bitch. My suck bitch to be precise. This will help keep you in line." He said, indicating his phone.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked angrily.

"I think you'll make a great regular of mine. In fact, let's have round two right now."

At that point I realized that he was still somewhat engorged. He lazily stroked his cock, and it grew to its full length, again. I have the same ability. I can stay hard even after a few climaxes.

"Before you get any ideas about grabbing my phone, the video and photos are already in the cloud," he said. "Now, get on the bed and lie on your back with your head hanging over the edge. We are going to work on your throating skills."

My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding. He had videos of me humiliating myself in front of him. I thought about whom he might send them to if I did not comply.

I laid down on the bed as instructed. I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge. I had many men and women in this position before, but I had never been there myself. My wife likes this position. She loves the idea of taking me all the way down her throat.

He stood over me, phone still in hand. He fed me his cock, slowly advancing it down my throat.

"Try to relax your throat. Don't tense up," he said. "Don't worry, you'll learn to control your gag reflex."

I tried to do as I was told. I concentrated on letting go and opening my throat for him. He stroked in and out, going a little deeper each time. His balls were slapping my face. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I gagged and tried to reject his cock, but he held it there. He said he wouldn't push any further that day. He continued throat fucking me slowly. From experience, I knew he could see my throat bulging as I took his cock. It had always turned me on to see that. I wondered how much it turned him on.

Eventually I felt his cock swell even more. He was going to cum. He pushed in as far as I could take it, grunted and released another huge load directly down my throat. This time I was able to swallow it all. When he was done, he slipped his cock out and closed his robe.

I stood up and started to grab my clothes.

"No," he said "We need to have a little talk. I want you there naked as we talk about what comes next. Much more humiliating for you. Would you like to see our little video? Here, let me show you."

He came over and showed me the screen on his phone. I could see myself supine on the bed, head hanging over the edge. I saw the approach of his phallus and insertion into my mouth. I heard his instructions and observed the first thrust. I could see my throat bulge as he pushed himself into me. I was surprised at how much I took in, over half his length. I could see as he ejaculated down my throat, and I struggled to swallow it.

"I have been looking for a bitch to add to my stable. I am so glad you reached out to me. No one is really going to give shit if you're bi. Others seeing this, though, will be humiliating for you. Such an alpha stud like you, with such a hot wife, on his knees begging for cock. So, think about this being posted on various sites or being discretely emailed., scrubbed of all meta data, basically untraceable."

"So, what do you want?" I asked.

"I want you to serve me whenever I want. Don't worry, I am not unreasonable. I'm not going to call you late at night or on too short notice. You say that you are sub. I'll teach you true submission. Sound, ok?"

My heart was beating hard. My mind racing imaging what I would feel if anyone saw this video. I knew that, at least for now, I would have to agree until I could figure a way out.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

He laughed and said, "It's Sir for now. If I decide to make you a slave, then you can call me Master. Now, one last thing, let's get you cleaned up. Come into the bathroom. We walked to the bathroom. It was large and very nicely done. There was a double vanity, a jacuzzi tub and a very large walk-in shower with multiple shower heads. He ordered me into the shower.

"On your knees", he ordered.

I complied. He dropped his robe, If I was not in the situation I found myself in, I might have laughed. I was kneeling in front of a guy who was shorter than me and nowhere near as fit. Short and with a small gut, skinny arms and legs, I could not believe I had just submitted to him. But here I was, on my knees about to take his horse cock into my mouth again.

He held his cock out but instead of making me suck him again, he started pissing. I was shocked. I had never done this before. He directed the strong stream onto my face and then all over my body. He came back up to my face and ordered me to open my mouth. I did not want to swallow, and he didn't make me. He allowed me to let it dribble out of my mouth as it filled. Finally, the stream subsided, and he put his robe back on. Of course he had videoed the whole thing.

"You can get dressed now, bitch."

I started to turn on the shower.

"No," barked, "I want you going home covered in piss and cum. I hope your wife isn't home so you can get in without you seeing or smelling you."

I gathered my clothes and quickly dressed. I started to leave, and he said, "Don't you have something to say, bitch?"

I didn't know what he was asking. Then I realized what he wanted.

"Thank you, sir," I said.

With that, I got out as fast as I could. Not sure what to do next.