This is a work of adult fiction that includes scenes that involve BDSM. Do not read if you are under legal age or if you are offended.
COCK HUNGRY -- Chapter 1
He turned the corner and I thought my heart was going to stop. I looked up and he was standing there, a little digital camcorder in front of his face. I was in my presenting position--hands clasped behind my neck and feet spread shoulder-width--totally naked and achingly hard. "Oh, my god," I slowly whispered.
He grinned. "What do you think of my new toy?" he asked in a voice filled with self-amusement.
I could hardly speak. I knew the implications. Immediately. He had me now. Whatever we had done before, I had deniability. If he tried to expose me, it was his story against mine. But with this, oh my god, how we had just crossed the line. He now had something of extreme value to hold over me, something that gave him absolute power--proof. Just this much on film, of me standing in that position with a hard-on, was pretty much enough to seal that deal.
Now, he had me trapped. I'd have to serve him completely, and until he released me ^Å if he released me. Or else risk the implied threat that if I didn't please him, he could make sure certain that people would see that video, and see me like THIS. Naked and hard. Including my family and friends. I now had just three alternatives--kill him before the tape could get out, leave town and never come back, or else give in and completely submit. It was that simple. I was suddenly very afraid of him. My life was entirely in his hands. "Please, Sir, I beg you," I said in a quiet voice. "Please don't do this."
"What do you mean, boy?" he said, his voice still light and teasing.
"Please, Sir, I'm begging you. Please don't do this to me."
"Do what to you?"
"This," I replied. "Putting this on video."
"I don't know what this' is, boy," he said. "All I know is that you're standing in front of me naked and hard, so I figure whatever this' is, it must be turning you on. Is it, boy?"
I cringed and looked away. "Don't take your eyes off the camera, boy," he snapped. I quickly turned back at the camera. "I want you looking at it whenever it's in view," he said. "Oh, yes, I like that. Your eyes are scared. But you're almost licking your lips and your dick is hard. Look at that. My god. And before long your eyes are going to so filled with lust that you'll be dripping wet just like a bitch in heat. And all for the pleasure of our viewing audience."
He was so right; I was incredibly turned on. Doubts or not, my dick was hard. But the stakes were so high. I loved to submit to him, but was I ready for something like this? Something this extreme, this permanent? My mind was racing too fast to know. So when I looked back at him, and the camera, I continued to plead. "Please, Sir," I said. "Please don't do this."
He chuckled and walked closer. "Tell you what, boy; I'll stop filming the instant you lose your hard-on. How 'bout that? Fair enough?"
I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration, but didn't dare such an open transgression. "Please, Sir," I said. My voice was even smaller, as were my protests. He was right: I couldn't make my dick go down. It just stayed up at full mast. In fact, it got hard every time I laid eyes on him. That's how much this man turned me on. The ferocity of his kiss. The heft of his cock in my mouth. The animalistic fucks. My god, I couldn't get enough. For those three things, I was willing to suffer. And for the privilege of his cock, he made me suffer greatly.
"Go ahead and beat off, boy," he said. "Play with your dick while I film you." The camera probably picked up my gasp. I hesitated, then simply did what he said to do, the way he'd trained me to do. As soon as my hand reached my dick and I began to obey him in front of his camcorder, I was his. I was beating off, staring at the camera with wanton lust. I now belonged to him, and we both knew it. "Tell me what you want, fucker."
This was a well-rehearsed scene, and I knew that I had to immediately pick up the cue. "I want your cock, Sir," I said. There. Camera or not, I'd said it. It was all out in the open. I had given in, submitted. Totally and completely. I was hard in front of a man who was filming me, and I was jerking off and begging for his cock. The jig was definitely up now. He had more than enough ammo against me. I was done. No matter what came next, it was already all over. I'd just crossed the line and now there was no going back.
So I took a deep breath and simply gave in to it, let the lust consume me as it always did when I was with him. I looked directly at him, at the camera, and with the hungriest look I could imagine, said, "My god, Sir, how I want your cock. I crave your cock, Sir." And I did. I absolutely loved his cock. It was just perfect. Nicely thick; just wide enough to uncomfortably stretch me, with a fat and sumptuous head that was perfect to suck. He'd taught me what that beautiful cock was for: To turn my mouth into a cock-hungry pussy, and my asshole into a cock-hungry cunt.
"I bet you do, bitch," he said, with another sardonic chuckle. "Tell me, boy, getting close to cumming yet?"
"Yes, Sir," I gasped, looking up straight at the camera. I hadn't cum in 10 days and yearned for the chance. He'd quickly taught me that cumming was something I earned, something I did only with his permission, and something that I wouldn't be allowed to do very often. He liked to keep me, as he put it, primed for action. Once a week, if I was lucky, he let me have an orgasm. It kept me in a constant state of heat, and constant frustration.
"Then stop playing with yourself," he said. "You don't have my permission to cum. I want you to run your hands up and play with your tits."
My fingers moved up to my chest, and locked onto my nipples. I looked at him, at the camera, knowing it was recording everything. It no longer mattered; my lust had erased all inhibitions. I was raw and open. I moaned, no longer caring what the camera saw. It no longer mattered. I was caught, so I might as well revel in it.
"That's right, bitch," the man I knew was now my true master said. "Play with those nipples like the cock hungry slut you are. Okay, now squeeze, pussyboy. Squeeze HARD, boy. Now pull them out. TUG, boy, like they're sow tits."
He knew damned well that my nipples are my weakness. Control my nipples, control me and control my dick. Believe me, he learned that trick early on. In fact, he worked my nipples over so much one night that he'd caused me to spontaneously cum without even a touch to my dick. And then whipped me silly for it, too, as if it was my fault. Of course, he'd told me later how proud he was of that moment. And now, for the sole benefit of his movie camera, I was playing with my nipples and moaning loudly and ready to do any goddamned thing he demanded of me. Camera or not.
"Keep working those nipples, boy," he directed me. "How long since you've cum, cockbreath?"
"Ten days, Sir," I gasped, my fingers still squeezing and pulling my nipples.
"Ten days?" he asked, innocently. "Doesn't sound like a strong sex drive. I mean, right now, it seems you are nothing BUT a sex drive. How come you haven't cum? A slut like you should be aching to cum five or six times a day."
All this with my eyes locked on him, on the camera. Capturing everything. And this: "I haven't cum because you didn't allow it, Sir. You've had me in a CB-3000, a chastity device. Locked in. And you have the only key, Sir." "How does that make you feel, faggot?"
"Like your slave, Sir."
Then he went for the jugular. "Tell me about your ass, boy."
Now, it was really over. "You've got a butt plug in there, Sir," I said.
"I don't remember putting a butt plug up your ass, boy. You must be imagining things."
He was enjoying this. "No, Sir. I put it in myself, Sir," I said. "It's a standing order.
Whenever I see you, Sir, I have to show up cleaned out and wearing a butt plug."
"But I didn't make you shove a butt plug up your ass for nothing, did I boy? Isn't there a purpose?"
"Yes, Sir," said. "You're being kind, Sir. You make me take the butt plug so that my hole is ready to take your cock."
"Your what? Tell me I didn't hear what I think I just heard you say, boy." The tone of his voice changed. I quickly realized my mistake.
"Excuse me, Sir," I said quickly. "My cock-hungry cunt, Sir. You want my cock-hungry cunt ready to take your cock, Sir."
He directed me to turn around and pull my cheeks apart. Said he wanted to get this on camera. I felt so blatant, so openly a slut. Worse, a faggot slut. What would my friends think if they saw this? They thought I was straight. I even had the reputation as a lady's man. My god, he could show this to ANYBODY. We had reached the core essential--I now belonged to him and was totally in his power and under his control. He held the ultimate trump card. It was all out of my hands. I was completely at his mercy. He was now my complete Lord and Master. And I worshipped at the alter of his cock.
So when he told me turn around and pull my cheeks apart to show off the butt plug that stretched my cock-hungry cunt, that's exactly what I did.
"How does that plug feel, boy?"
"Big, Sir."
He laughed derisively. "Oh, you'll take bigger than that, boy. Tell you what. I think our viewing audience back home would like to see you fuck yourself with it. But, first, let everyone see it because none of them know exactly how big that thing is that's inside you. Pull out that plug and show it off, boy."
It took more than a little effort to dislodge it because my hole was wrapped tightly around the base. I finally got it out and held it up through my legs.
"Stand up and turn around, boy," he said. When I turned around, he had the camera aimed straight at my face. "Plug your pussy, boy," he directed me. So I did. I opened wide and sucked the plug -- still warm and greasy from being in my cunt -- into my mouth, which he'd renamed "my pussy", and held it there. "My god," he said. "What a fucking slut you are. Do you realize what I could do with this tape? Who might see it? Aren't you afraid of that, boy?"
I couldn't very well answer with a butt plug in my mouth, although I did emphatically nod my head. "Think about who is inside the lens as you stare at it, a fucking butt plug in your pussy and your dick rock hard. It might be your sister. It might be your ex-girlfriend. Or that long-time friend of yours who thinks you're straight and such a stud. In fact, here's what I want you to do, boy. Make me a list. Later on tonight, you're going to sit down at my computer and give me the name, phone number and address of the ten people. Nod if you understand me."
I nodded. "Five will be the ones you most don't want to see your home movie debut, which I figure will include your parents, your boss, that bitch you used to live with, your best friend and your sister. The other five will be the ones you secretly want to see this DVD. And I want you to understand; at least one of them will receive a DVD of what I've filmed today. Nod if you understand."
I nodded again. "Of course, that's not to say I won't also post it on the internet for horny old toads to watch and jerk off to, seeing you used this way and doing nothing to resist. Let them watch you being treated like a dirty fucking cunt. You'd like that though, wouldn't you, boy? Because that's just the kind of slutty bitch you are, isn't it, boy?" He snorted and stepped close until his mouth was at my ear and his words came in a low whisper. "The thing of it is, I can show this to anybody I choose, under any circumstance. And I own you because of it. You understood that from the minute you saw the camera, didn't you, boy? You look ridiculous standing there with that plug in your pussy. Take that ass-smeared thing out."
I removed the plug. "Answer me, boy," he said. "I asked if you realize that you belong to me now."
I took a deep breath. "Yes, Sir," I said. "I very much realize that I belong to you. If I don't please you, then you can ruin me instantly. And even if I do please you, someone I know is going to see this video."
"Which puts you completely at my mercy, doesn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," said, lowering my head. "Completely and totally at your mercy."
"And does that make you hard, boy? Does that get you off?"
I hesitated for an instant, then looked up and stared at the camera. "Yes, Sir, it makes me extraordinarily hard, Sir."
"Why is that, boy?"
"Because it means I'm a pussyboy faggot, Sir. YOUR pussyboy faggot."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means I belong to you, Sir. Truly belong to you."
"And that you'll do anything I want you to, won't you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And that turns you on, doesn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, like you wouldn't believe."
"Then turn around and bend over and fuck yourself silly with that plug, boy," he said.
"Knowing that someone you know is going to watch it. Show them what a fucked-up slut you really are." I turned around and did it, only this time my moans turned into loud grunts as the plug went in and out until the point it began to slid in and out with relative ease. I could only imagine what my asshole now looked like to the camera, all stretched out and open and wet. Well, yes, I didn't really have imagine, because I knew what it looked like. It looked like a cunt. Because that's what it was now. Just a cock-hungry cunt.
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