Dead Drop Pt 04

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Disclaimer

This story is fictional as are the characters. Everyone is at least 18 years of age and acting of their own free will.

Background

Mike is a 40-year-old married man who lives in the suburbs. Lately, Mike has been fantasizing about cock more than pussy. He connects with a man who is testing him to ensure that he is a worthy cock sucker.

Mike has been visiting a stranger's house and retrieving shot glasses full of cum from a dead drop in the stranger's mailbox. The stranger likes to watch via his ring camera.

Yesterday, Mike went a step further and sucked the stranger's cock in the shed. The stranger brought a box full of shot glasses full of cum that he had stored in his refrigerator. Mike ended up swallowing a dozen loads total. He left feeling too weak and sick to continue his run.

When he left, he didn't check the mailbox for his final sample. The stranger sent him an email stating that Mike has violated the agreement and it is now in breach. He is asking for Mike to suggest additional things he might do to entice the stranger to bring the agreement back to good standing.

We catch up to Mike the next day as he decides how to continue to satisfy his fetish. Should he try to continue with the stranger, or was a new approach necessary.

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The Next Day

It was a little after ten in the morning and I was re-reading the stranger's email from the prior day. He wanted me to offer him something to entice him to re-instate our agreement. I had no idea what I could offer him, so I decided just to tell him that and get him to ask for what he wanted. I drafted the following message:

Good Morning,

Rather than offer something to you that might offend. Instead, I am asking for you to tell me what you want to re-instate our agreement. I would still like to be there today as my desire has increased since our first meeting.

I hit send and waited for an answer. Within minutes, I received the following message from the stranger:

"I work hard to give you what you need. Your job is to keep my balls empty by visiting me daily. In return, I collect the large amount of semen my balls create for you and make it available to you in the mailbox and in the shed.

You MUST stop at the mailbox on your arrival and departure otherwise you are disrespecting me. Fortunately, I saw you leave yesterday without collecting the sample in the mailbox and put it into my refrigerator to save it for you.

If you want to show up today and continue our agreement, I am asking that you consider doing something very special to keep me excited about this agreement."

I knew I wasn't willing to give him my ass, so I was thinking this arrangement may have run it's course. I was also not a huge fan of the refrigerated cum that he over-served me with yesterday. I spent the rest of the day feeling a little sick to my stomach. I decided to meet him one more time, I suspected he liked the arrangement as much as I did.

"Sir,

I very much appreciate the time you've spent with me over the last few days.

From now on, I will aways stop at the mailbox when I arrive and depart.

I will be there today and I plan on surprising you with something exciting that I hope will rekindle your excitement you once had about me visiting your shed."

I proofed my message and smiled as I considered the idea that was rolling around in the back of my head. I wanted to do something for the stranger that would surprise of even shock him. I wanted him to know that I was willing to continue on this kinky journey and find new ways to give him pleasure while he fed my needs.

Mike Sets Out on His Run

I was 10 minutes into my run. I had just completed the grueling climb that was the first leg of my run, and I was covered in sweat. The temperature was already 92 degrees and it wasn't even noon yet. As I made the turn on to the tree lined running path that was the second leg of my run, I looked down to see my thin red running shorts becoming nearly transparent. I just smiled to myself and continued along my run. I had gotten so used to exposing myself in public, I was now thinking about how far I could push it. I didn't own a white pair of shorts, but I decided when I returned today, I would go online and buy some. I wanted to take my exhibitionist urges to the next level.

Twenty minutes later, I was once again on Berkshire headed toward Pleasant Avenue. I glanced down at my shorts and I could clearly see my cock through my now nearly transparent red shorts. The collar bouncing on my collar bone reminded me of my freakish costume as I made the left turn onto Pleasant.

I was a little disappointed when I discovered that the neighborhood street was totally vacant. There were no work crews or stay-at-home moms to see me dash by wearing almost nothing except a collar. Even so, my cock was starting to fill with blood as I saw the end of the cul-de-sac about 100 yards in the distance.

As I approached the mailbox, my cock was at full staff, tenting the front of my now nearly transparent shorts. My collar had fallen back on my shoulders and was pulling a little at my neck, so I pulled it forward and adjusted it slightly. I opened the mailbox and was surprised by what I found. Instead of a shot glass as usual, there was a red solo cup, and a three-by-five note card. I pulled out the note and read the contents:

"Cum slut,

You need to prove your devotion to my needs. Please leave your shorts in the mailbox and drink the ten loads I left for you in the solo cup before proceeding to the shed. If you're not willing to do this for me, please run back home and never return."

I read the note twice before I could even register what it was asking me to do. I though I was going to be surprising the stranger. Instead he was surprising me. Standing in the street naked while drinking cum, was something I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do. I picked up the solo cup and looked inside. It was about a third filled with cum, triggering my fetish and pushing my libido skyward. I had never swallowed that many loads at the same time. I didn't just want to do it, I HAD to do it.

Without a second thought, I put the cup back in the mailbox. I put my thumbs inside my waistband and pulled down my shorts letting them fall to the ground around my shoes. I stepped out of the shorts, picked them up and put them in the mailbox. Then, I picked up the glass and brought it to my lips. I turned to face the stranger's house because I knew he was watching. I reached down and stroked my naked cock while I tipped back the solo cup letting the huge glob of semen fall into my mouth filling it completely.

The taste was overpowering and the cum was just below room temperature. I assumed that I had just swallowed most if not all his frozen cum bank. From the strong flavor, I also assumed that some of the samples may have been quite old. As soon as I ingested it all, my deviant mind awoke, and I didn't care that I was standing naked and collared on a suburban street in broad daylight. I just wanted to get to the shed and suck cock.

I put the empty cup back in the mailbox next to my shorts, closed the door and walked toward the garage, heading for the shed in the backyard. My deviant mind was in control, I wasn't even concerned about being seen as I walked across the backyard towards the shed. Once inside, I took my normal position on my knees with my hands behind my head. All the cum sloshing around in my stomach had my brain buzzing and my libido pegged. I was a horny naked cum slut waiting on my knees to suck the stranger's big uncut cock and feed from his balls.

Stranger's Behavior Changes

The stranger entered the shed wearing his usually board shorts. His cock was already hard and visible in the front of his shorts. He was carrying the wooden box and a short, linked chain. Instead of walking in and closing the shed doors, he left the doors open today. In just four meetings, I had now swallowed two dozen loads of the strangers cum and we were just getting started today. He had fed me a month's worth cum in just a few visits.

The stranger set the wooden box on the workbench and then stepped behind me clipping the chain to the metal ring on my collar. For the first time in my life, I was on a leash.

"How did it feel to stand naked and swallow my cum for all the world to see?" the stranger asked, looking down at my kneeling on the shed's dirt floor, "I think you liked it because you were stroking your little cock while you swallowed for me."

"It was exciting, Sir," I answered, looking down at the ground, submissively, "Thank you for letting me redeem myself."

"There's more redeeming to be done, slut," the stranger warned, "but at least I know you will stop by the mailbox on the way out since you need to collect your shorts."

"Yes, Sir. I am not willing to run home naked," I replied, stating the obvious.

"I don't think you know what you will and wont do, slut," the stranger theorized, "I think if I feed you enough cum, you'll do almost anything I want."

I didn't answer, but I did understand his perspective given what he had been able to get me to do in just four short visits. I felt a little more exposed with the shed doors wide open and the sun streaming in. I wondered what the neighbors could see from their vantage point. The stranger pulled off his shorts revealing his 8-inch uncut cock. He used the leash to pull me forward until I was on all fours crawling toward him. I knew what he wanted, and I couldn't wait to get him in my mouth and service his cock.

"Give me that fuckin' throat," he growled as he pulled the leash and wrapped it around the back of my neck and then pulled my head tight against his loins.

"There it is," he moaned as he impaled my throat and let his bit balls rest on my chin.

While he was in my throat, my airway was blocked, causing me to hold my breath until he pulled back. The stranger was much more aggressive today than he had been the past three meetings. I felt my eyes starting to bulge and water as he took short strokes deep in my throat. Thirty seconds passed, then another thirty seconds. I pushed on his thighs trying to get him to pull back so I could breathe.

"Fuckin' take it slut," he hissed, "Breathe through your ears if you need to, I'm busy in that throat right now."

I was struggling for air as the stranger used my head as his personal sex toy. My arms were starting to flail, pushing on his hips, trying to clear my airway. He kept fucking my throat, totally objectifying me.

Finally he pulled back laughing, "Breathe you pig, one more time like that, and I'm going to cum for you."

I took a few deep breaths, then he impaled my head again, shutting off my airway a second time. He started relentlessly fucking my skull again using the leash to pull my head tightly against his hips. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had allowed the stranger to take not just my dignity but my humanity. He was treating me like an object, with no concern for my basic human needs. Instead of being repulsed, I was actually getting turned on.

I reached down and started to stroke my own cock. I was getting very close to orgasming myself.

"Get ready for lunch, pervert," the stranger howled, as his balls slapped my chin, "These big balls are about to unload down your throat."

The stranger pulled the leash tight and went all out, fucking my face violently. All I could hear was the sound of my throat making squishing noises as he sawed his big cock across my tonsils.

"Oh FUuhhk!" he bellowed as he started unloading down my throat.

As soon as I felt the first ropes slide into my stomach, my own orgasm hit like a freight train. My body spasmed as I shot rope after rope of hot cum all over the shed floor. I moaned into the stranger's cock as he continued to blow his load down my throat. The stranger held the chain tightly, keeping himself balls deep while his orgasm started to wane. I was being choked off from oxygen even as my own orgasm caused me to want to inhale deeply.

The stranger pulled out just in time and allowed me to gulp in air quickly. Then, he shoved his cock all the way back in and continued to take shorts strokes in my throat.

"Suck out every drop, you pathetic pervert," he scoffed, "Don't you dare spill a drop."

I sucked out the remaining cum from his shaft while I squeezed the remaining cum from my shaft onto the dirt floor. We both were recovering from our orgasms, but we did it in totally different ways. He recovered with his cock being nursed on by a naked man on his knees. I recovered by nursing another man's cock while my cum covered my thighs and forearms. I had become the stranger's de facto sex slave. Willing to do anything he asked for the privilege of swallowing his cum. Not only was I wearing a collar, but I was also now on a leash.

"Get on your feet, cunt," the stranger demanded, pulling on the chain.

I choked and coughed as he pulled me up by the collar around my neck. I got to my feet and followed the stranger as he walked out into the daylight, towing me behind him. We walked out into daylight toward the middle of the stranger's back yard. It amazed me that he was willing to take this risk. He paraded us around his back yard before he walked me back inside the shed.

He approached the workbench in the shed and pulled hard on the chain until my head nearly hit the wooden top of the workbench. Then he attached my leash to a hook on the wall, holding me in place like a horse in a stable. I tried to pull my head back and stand up straight, but my collar was locked in place. The best I could do was get up on my elbows as I my body was bent over the workbench.

The Stranger Goes Too Far

I pulled back against the leash, but my collar continued to restrain me over the workbench. I didn't like being restrained like this and I was starting to worry that the stranger had me bent over for a reason.

"I think you I should feed you some more of my cum while I wait to recover for round two," he said, reaching into the wooden box and pulling out one of the six shot glasses inside.

"Open up, bitch," he laughed as he held the shot glass over my head.

I tipped my head up, but I had to turn it sideways because my head was so close to the shed wall. He poured the cold sample in, bringing my total load count for the day to an even dozen.

"I've feed you a dozen loads today, cum slut," he said proudly, "are you feeling any satisfaction yet?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, quietly, "Thank you, Sir."

"How about this," he started, "How about every time I yell, 'drink', you pull out one of those glasses and drink it."

I looked over at the five remaining samples wondering if I could actually manage to swallow the remaining five samples. Doing some quick math, I realized that those five would take my daily total to seventeen and my total since we started this to thirty-three. If I finished the remaining samples, it would be like I swallowed his cum every day for a month, except I did it in just four days. My head was spinning as I considered how quickly I had fallen into this perversion.

"Drink!" I heard the stranger shout, slapping my ass as he did.

I reached over to the wooden box and pulled out one of the five remaining samples and poured it into my mouth. The cold jizz rumbled down the glass into my mouth. I swallowed it like a glob of slightly thawed Jello. The taste was very powerful, causing my cock to stir and start to get hard again. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against the bottom of the workbench.

The stranger kicked my feet apart and I could feel the wet head of his cock pressing against my virgin pucker.

"I said I don't do anal!" I protested, "I was very clear from the beginning."

"Oh, we've pretty much proven that you will do anything I ask, haven't we," he scoffed, then he slapped my ass again and yelled, "Drink!"

I reached for a shot glass and let another cold sample tumble into my mouth. The flavor of this sample was just as powerful as the last. Yesterday, after swallowing this much cum, I started to feel sick. Today, each time I swallowed, it was still making me horny. There were four samples left now as I struggled against my collar.

Meanwhile, I felt the large head of the stranger's cock pressing hard against my anus, trying to break the seal and enter me from behind.

"Please, I'm not gay," I begged, "Don't fuck me, STOP!"

"You may not be gay," the stranger laughed, "But after all the cum you've swallowed, you sure ain't straight. You owe me this virgin ass after all I've done for you. Who else would work this hard to save all this cum for you."

"I don't want this," I pleaded as I felt the head of his cock force it's way in.

"Shut up and enjoy it, cunt," the stranger growled as his hooded cock head entered my ass, "Once you've had my cock up your ass, you're going beg for it every day from now on. C'mon, Drink!" he said, slapping my ass again.

I whimpered as I grabbed one of the three remaining samples and poured it into my mouth, bringing my daily load count to fifteen. As soon as I swallowed, he plunged his cock into my ass very hard.

"Fuck!" I screamed loudly enough that I was certain the neighbors would hear.

The initial burning pain was unbearable, I moaned and tried to stand up to get away from his cock, but the leash held me in place. My cock was rubbing against the bottom of the workbench. Even with the pain, I was still erect because the stranger was feeding my cum fetish while he sodomized me against my will.

"You are so fucking tight," the stranger moaned while he enjoyed how tightly my virgin ass squeezed his big uncut cock, "I can't wait to fuck your tight pussy every day from now on."

"Don't cum in my ass," I begged, "I don't want to know your status, and I don't want to worry about HIV."

"Oh, I'm going to cum in your mouth, bitch," he said, "I know how much you get off when you swallow."

The pain was overwhelming but at least I didn't have to worry about leaving with a disease. I tried to close my eyes and just survive the unwanted sodomy, but the stranger wanted my full participation.

"Stroke your cock, pervert," he demanded, "I want you to get used to comming with my cock in your ass, just like you do when you swallow for me."

I reached down and started stroking my cock as ordered. As soon as I did, the stranger started taking long slow strokes into my ass. My cock was rock hard as I placed my fingers around it and started stroking. The stranger slapped my ass again.

"Drink!" he yelled, while his strokes increased in speed and amplitude.

I reached over and poured one of the two remaining samples in my mouth. Letting it tumble out of the glass as my body was rocked by the stranger's aggressive fucking. I was losing my mind as I swallowed more cum while simultaneously getting my ass fucked in a dirty hold shed. I had allowed myself to plunge to even more deviant depths than I had ever fantasized.

"Tell me you love my cock in your ass, pervert," the stranger demanded, "Say it so I can hear you."

The stranger had broken me, I was in a new realm of deviant perversion, "I love your cock in my ass, Sir!"

I couldn't believe what I had just allowed myself to say. It was as if the stranger hadn't just taken control of my body, he had full control of my mind. I was bring rocked back and forth with every stroke he took into my ass with his big cock. The pain had subsided and I there was a new sensation I had never felt before. It felt like I needed to take a piss, but it was more subtle. I noticed that my cock was leaking profusely causing my hand to become wet and slippery as I continued to jack myself off.