Authors note: This is the first of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of blackmail and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
They call me Phallus -- Chapter 1, Mistress Ruby claims me.
My name used to be Phillip and my cock controls my life. Ever since my early twenties I seemed to always have a permanent hard-on and it would happen at the worst possible times. Movie theaters, the mall, and especially working out at the club. I'd spot a well-endowed women on a Stairmaster and I'd have to leave. I'd always try to hide my stiffness, but it wasn't easy.
I would walk hunched over, put my hand in my pocket and even tried carrying a jacket, but nothing would hide my pending embarrassment. I'd always have to shower at home for fear of sporting a stiffy in the locker room. No one seemed to notice, at least, that's what I thought until the night that my entire life changed.
But that's getting a little ahead in the story.
Anyway, as a young adult, and still living with my parents, I used to keep a stash, you know, the stash that all twenty-something young men think is safety hidden under their mattress.
As I would page through my various porno magazines, my cock would get rock hard and wouldn't go down until I wacked myself off. I'd even wake up in the middle of the night and have to masturbate myself back to sleep. It was my obsession. My cock was the Master and I was the Slave. I had a few girlfriends but it wasn't long before missionary sex just was of no interest to me. I started checking out the internet.
When I moved out on my own, I'd spend many night's masturbating in front of a computer screen. I became somewhat of a recluse, it was just me, the internet and "Him". Soon, even that wasn't satisfying. I found myself getting very bold with my search engine, some really raunchy stuff. My interest soon turned to Female Domination.
The more I learned about it, the more obsessed I became. I'd spend entire weekends with "Him" and a large assortments of Internet bondage videos.
I started buying all sorts of sex toys; cock rings, butt plugs, and various chastity appliances. I was insatiable. Many days I'd have to call in sick to my job because I was too horny to work.
Soon I was checking out local Dominatrix listings, although they excited me, I could never get up the nerve to actually go to one. One particular night I decided to swallow my inhibitions and join the local BDSM club. I was way too shy to ever participate. I'd always sit in the back of the room with "Him" and watch the various S/M activities.
Many times I'd have to limp out to my car or to the restroom to beat off and then sneak back for the rest of the meeting. I always had to sit way past the adjournment time and wait for the rock to disappear in my shorts. No one ever seemed to pay any attention to me and I was convinced that the activity of my overactive penis went basically unnoticed.
One night that all abruptly changed. The meeting had been over for about fifteen minutes and I started to make some progress on softening my bulge. I was about to get up and try to limp out, but there SHE was!! She was wearing black spandex leggings, lace up black high heeled boots, and a red cotton tee shirt.
Around her neck hung a hefty gold necklace. She had a presence to her that made everyone take notice. She was tall, slender and had deep auburn hair with lipstick that set off her already ample lips.
I was awestruck, my overcharged Johnson immediately sprang to life. I sat down in the closest chair I could find and tried to act casual. To my amazement, she pulled up a chair next to me and presented herself as Mistress Ruby. I tried to introduce myself but all I could do is stutter my name.
She put her fingers on my lips and said,
"I'll do all the talking."
She reached down and patted my steadily growing bulge and said,
"He is why I'm here."
She took my hand and led my body, stiffy in tow, into the woman's bathroom. She took me into a stall and pushed me against the wall. She looked into my eyes and told me she'd been hearing things about my wayward cock. Turns out, everybody had noticed. She grabbed my zipper and said,
"Let's have a look, shall we?"
In one swift action she unzipped my pants and instantly had my throbbing cock in her hand. She then undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. She smiled and whispered,
"Let's take him for a test drive shall we?"
She pulled my cock perpendicular to my body and started flicking my frenulum with a tiny red jewel on the tip of her pierced tongue.
She proceeded to cup my balls, separate them, and stretch them apart. She then deep throated me, working my penis in and out of her mouth. She stopped and starting jacking me off, stopping periodicity to check my growing length with her hands.
She worked my member back into her mouth and started flicking at my pee hole with her piercing. Next I knew she was working her finger into my urethra and painfully stretched it open. Her assault on my cock continued with her alternating between her mouth and her hands.
Then she started working on my balls again, she separated them and pulled them as far apart as she could. She "weighed" each of my testacies and wrapped her fingers around them. She then made a fist around the base of my bag with her left hand, stretching my balls as far from my body as she could.
She started probing my ass, testing to see how many fingers she could work into my bung hole and massage my prostate. I started to make inaudible noises so she took a rolled up towel out of her purse and stuffed it into my mouth. She started working again on my manhood and nearly brought me to climax, then she suddenly stopped, paused for me to calm down a little, and then started again.
As she continued her hand job she told me how one of the regular attendees at the meetings had recognized me from my workouts, turns out, they did notice me, they even had a nickname for me,
