Although this is a stand alone story, it it the seventh part of the story of a man whose life is turned upside down when he meets a stranger in a park. It contains scenes of nonconsensual and submissive gay sex. If this is in any way offensive please find another story If you read on please enjoy.
Special thanks to Kenji Sato for helping to edit this story.
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I landed in Minneapolis Saturday, for my final flight of the day. As I completed my final checks and flight logs, I pulled up my burner phone and saw there was a text from Mark. I put the phone away and exited the Boing 737B and headed for the hotel shuttle.
I would wait until I checked into the room to read what my tormentor had in store for me. The stupid burner phone was my idea as part of my plot to get free from the pervert after he manipulated me during a run in the park two weeks ago. Not only did my plan fail miserably, but now the hole was dug so deep, the burner was my way of communicating with him on a daily basis.
He required daily video chats from my hotel room, so he could force me to humiliate myself for his amusement. Sadly his amusement usually ended with me coming on camera for him, and now with a dildo in my ass, or in some in other compromising position.
Hard to convince my wife Amy I'm being coerced when I'm on video jacking off until I come riding a vibrating dick. More frustrating, was my cock stirred as I thought about what he would 'make' me do that night.
When I pulled up his message, I was surprised.
Mark: You had an exciting morning yesterday and a long day. Take the day off. We'll talk tomorrow.
Me: Thanks
I was a little surprised he responded immediately.
Mark: What time do you finish in LA tomorrow?
Me: Should be at the hotel 8PM Pacific
Mark: Face time me when you get in CC
I was relieved I got a full day reprieve, but his nick name for me reminded me just how far I had fallen. Yesterday morning, I had to put on a red spandex Tee with the giant white outline of a cock and balls on the chest with the letters CC inside. I was actually grateful for the red and black wrestler's mask that covered my face. The outfit was completed by wearing nothing but black thigh high stockings and a garter belt down below.
When I tried to leave my briefs on, I was punished with a two-foot-long wooden handled heavy-duty stainless-steel spatula. So I spent the morning in my 'Captain Cock-whore' uniform, either on my knees sucking his dick or bent over taking his monster cock in the ass.
I was on the first night of a ten-day trek before returning home to Dallas to my family and my nemesis. My pilot schedule often keeps me from home several days at a time before returning for a few days off. He told me I would need to come for him every night for the first seven nights and then I would have to 'rest up' for three days before I returned home. At which point, I would have to pay him a visit to service him before I could see my family.
It all happened so quickly. After a chance encounter in the woods with Mark on my first jog in our new city. He manipulated me into sucking his cock after setting it up to look like I was the perv soliciting him in public. When he brought his twisted cop friend into this, there was no way out.
Officer Reeves was all too eager to assist him in painting a picture of me as an obsessed cock sucker harassing poor unemployed Mark Thomas with offers of cash for cock. In return for his assistance, Mark makes sure that I service Officer Reeves as needed.
His latest plan was to arrange for a 'poker night' to develop an excuse for me to go to his house every week to service him and provide a cover story for my wife Amy so she would not suspect anything. I'm sure the bastard intended the pun of 'poker' night, with me as the poke-ee.
With the night off, I decided to have dinner with the rest of the flight crew and turn in early. I had not slept particularly well of late, contemplating the fall out if my secret were ever revealed.
The crew consisted of a new copilot I had not flown with before. Her name was Mabel, of all names. I hadn't come across anyone with that name since childhood. She didn't look like Mabel. She was twenty-eight, had served in the Air Force for 10 years and made her way through flight school and earned a degree while serving.
She was attractive with short dark hair and brown eyes. She married a fellow service member who still served. They had no children but planned to have three children in their thirties. I was envious of their structured, planned life and thought if I'd had that level of discipline, I probably would not be in the position I find myself.
The flight attendants, Juan, and Carla were familiar to me from before the move and so it was good to catch up. I was grateful for the distraction and the dinner seemed to fly by. When I returned to the room, I could feel fatigue catching up to me.
So I called Amy briefly and talked to the kids before turning in. With her mom there, Amy sounded much better despite having a rough day with the new boss. She vented a bit but was overall in good spirits.
"It's just so frustrating." she lamented. "When we interviewed, he seemed so appreciative of my experience. But in reality, he only sees one way to do any job. His way. I am every bit as effective as he is, I just take a different approach. Somehow, I need to read his mind and handle every situation exactly the way he would do it."
"I'm so sorry," I said cutting myself short. I've found it best to listen and not try to fix it for her.
"It is getting a little better as I learn his way of doing it. I at least make it look like I'm doing it his way and he eases up. Hopefully, he'll back off once he feels comfortable with me. I just hate being micromanaged."
"I'm glad to hear it's a little better. Hang in there. I miss you and love you. I think I'm gonna turn in. It's been a long day. Kiss em' for me."
"Sleep well, miss you too. Hurry home to me! Night, night. Love ya!"
"Love ya." I replied as she hung up.
As I tried to sleep, I replayed the events of the previous day and how pathetic it was to be humiliated for his amusement. But even as I pictured it, my cock stirred at the memory of coming with his big cock in my ass. It was a sensation almost beyond description. The added tingling of the nerves in my ass, combined with the stimulation of my prostate was mind boggling. The orgasm was so much intensified, I could never have imagined...
What happened next was a complete lack of control that only seemed to hasten my spiral of debauchery. I pulled up the video of my humiliation and watched it lying in bed.
There I was on my knees with the absurd wrestler mask and the ridiculous Captain Cock-whore shirt thigh high stockings and stiff dick after already coming twice.
"That's good, now suction it to the floor and lube it up." he commanded.
I watched my alter ego spread the lube on the three bulbed dildo, with two hands, as eagerly as he had lubed his cock earlier.
"Lube up your woody there, Captain. Wouldn't want you to rub the skin off. It's gonna be a busy week." He teased.
I watched the close up of my still gaping asshole lowering onto the vibrating rubber cock. As the last and largest ball pushed inside me, I heard the moan of pleasure I released.
"You are a little slut, aren't you, CC?" He teased.
As I watched myself rock my hips on the rubber cock, despite the humiliation, my boner pressed on my underwear longing to escape. I told myself to turn it off and go to sleep, but I couldn't stop watching. With the mask on in the video, it was like I was watching someone else, but the memory of how it felt was oh so real.
I watched Captain Cock-whore rock and moan as Mark used the remote to vary the speed and pattern of the vibrator. He gripped his cock and spread the lube over it. I remembered how quickly the lube had me on the verge of orgasm number three.
"Not so fast, Captain Cock-whore!" he interrupted. "I didn't tell you to jack off yet. Show me how much my horny little bitch loves her dildo first."
I recalled the anger and saw my tomato-red face, through the mask eye holes as he taunted me again. Nonetheless, I watched myself, squatted on the eight-inch cock as it vibrated inside me, my hips rolled with a mind of their own.
The redness quickly faded, and my eyes closed, as Captain Cock-whore began to bounce up and down. His hips rolled and his moans grew louder and my movements faster.
I stopped the video, as my cock throbbed, and wetness seeped through my underwear. I was not allowed to come until he called tomorrow. But I knew there was a good chance he would torture me further and I might not get to then either.
I was disgusted with myself as I wished he would call back and tell me he changed his mind and make me ride the dildo until I came again. In my frenzied state, I got the idea that I didn't have to listen to him. I could have control over my own body. So I decided to "show him."
I dug the cock from my suitcase and suctioned it to a wooden tray that sat on the ottoman in the room. It was flat with ninety-degree bends on each end that hung over the edge of the ottoman. It could also be used as a tray to eat on in bed. Then, I took off my underwear and released my oozing hard-on.
I turned the video back on and set my laptop on the chair as I knelt before the dildo. Somehow demonstrating my 'superpower' to deep throat made me feel in control and I decided to lube the dildo with my saliva.
The eight-inch dildo had a one-inch diameter shaft with a three successively larger balls spaced about an inch apart. I pressed it into the back of my throat and could barely get my lips around the second ball. Then I backed off and went back in, forcing the tip into my throat until the first ball stopped me. Next, I relaxed my throat and pushed the first ball into my throat just missing the base with my lips.
I imagined his warm stiff cock slipping into my throat as I took his full length, while I plunged onto the dildo touching my lips to the suction cup base before pulling off to avoid the gag reflex. My cock was hard as granite as I reached my goal of taking all of the rubber cock in my mouth. My saliva gushed from my mouth, coating the cock until it ran down over the suction cup and onto the tray.
The tape was at the point where he was taunting me, by turning off the vibrator and making me beg for him to turn it back on. So I stopped it there and found the remote for the dildo.
