I had meetings all day the next day, and I found it terribly hard to concentrate. At first I was thinking mostly about the events of the night before, until I imagined what would happen that night. Maybe he would just want my lips around him again. My cock twitched in my slacks. But what if he wanted to fuck me with that thing? I tried to imagine it and it was frightening. What the hell was I going to do? If I wasn't there, he'd make public the video he had of me...oh hell. He surely had video of the night before too, including the part where he let go of my hair and I was actively going down on him. I had to do what he said, but if he wanted that...oh hell.
When I got back to my room, I half expected him to be waiting for me, but there was only a note, under which was a gold chain. The note read: "Take off all of your clothes. Put on the anklet. Wait for me."
The chain had a flat part with an inscription on it: "Property of P. Masters"
I certainly wasn't going to wear that anklet. I did, however, take of all of my clothes with trembling hands.
He made me wait an hour, naked and scared of what was coming next. I knew that he wanted to fuck me. He had said so, but I couldn't imagine that huge cock ever fitting in my bottom. I didn't have a ruler at the time, but it had to be more than ten inches long and thicker than a Red Bull can. That would kill me.
As I thought about that huge piece of meat ravaging me my own cock grew hard. What was wrong with me?
Right then came three hard raps on the door. He owned the place. He could have just let himself in, but he wanted me to open the door naked. I did and tried to gesture him in quickly, but he just stood there and looked me up and down. I blushed.
He finally came into the room and shut the door. I started to go back into the room, but he grabbed me from behind and pulled me to him. Feeling the cloth and buttons of his shirt against my back and his pants against my bottom and legs made me feel more exposed than I had ever felt before.
His deep voice rumbled in my ear, "I've been thinking about this all day. Your hot little ass is mine, bitch."
His hands slid down my ribs to my hips and he grabbed them firmly while he rubbed himself against my ass. I could actually feel his cock growing under his trousers. It was huge. When he grabbed my erect cock I gasped. I couldn't believe the effect he was having on me. I was still scared, to be sure, but my cock made it obvious I wasn't just scared.
"I think you like this."
I shook my head, "I don't. How about you just let me go and throw away that picture."
He said, "And the video from last night too? Cut correctly, it looks an awful lot like you willingly sucking cock while being hard as a rock. Like you are now."
I was speechless. He was right. His thumb was driving me to distraction rubbing across the head of my cock, which was all but swallowed up in his huge hand.
"Please don't do this."
He ignored my plea and said, "Speaking of sucking cock..."
He strode over to the chair in the room and sat down. A single quick gesture at his crotch was all the signal he gave me and the only one that I needed.
I sank to my knees between his feet and, with trembling hands, unbuttoned and unzipped him. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock sprang free, almost fully erect already. He really was excited about this.
In less of a state of shock than the night before, I really looked at his cock. It was magnificent, thick and encircled with veins. It looked dangerous. My cock throbbed, which I tried to ignore. I'm not gay.
He grinned his devilish grin at me and said, "Enough admiring little bitch. Suck that cock."
I licked my way up one side and then down the other. Taking him into my mouth, I forced as much of him as I could in, backed off, and took him a little deeper.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I looked up at him, my lips stretched around his massive cock, and my mind reeled. I was at the same moment incredibly humiliated and incredibly aroused. He wound one hand in my hair and held my head still while he slowly and deliberately fucked my mouth.. The incredibly thick head of his incredibly thick cock pushed at my throat and I gagged, but much later than I would have the night before. Soon I was again sliding my lips with earnest over him, helping him fuck my mouth.
Suddenly he lifted my head off of his cock by my hair.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
I looked up at him.