My Life as a Cocksucker Part 4 By Steve889
After a long and exhaustive weekend, and constant servitude on the ride home, it was more than apparent to me there was no substitute for my love of sucking cock and eating cum. Dave made sure that my addiction to sucking was used to his and his friends advantage. My lips, mouth and throat were slightly raw from all the cocksucking and sperm swallowing I endured. They made me keep a slave collar on until I was dropped off at my driveway.
Dave had also introduced me to anal sex, and I found it a somewhat painful way to drain a man's balls dry. But at least it gave my mouth a rest from the constant oral assaults.
On the way home each guy took turns butt-fucking me in the back of the RV. Ed was the first, fucking me deep with me on my back and my legs up over his shoulders. He would say with each stroke "You...ass...was...made...to fuck...deep...cocksucker", or "take..my..load..bitch" as he s and ot off deep in my rectum. The deep fuck was satisfying, if a little painful, as he got off and I fulfilled my role as a cum dump. It seemed each guy liked to shoot deep, whether it was my down my throat, or up my guy pussy.
Oh, I forgot to say, to my dismay, almost all my cocksucking and anal fucking was video recorded. More than just one copy of my servitude existed, as everyone used their phones and cameras to record their own episode. What was really humiliating was some was played back while each guy was using me in the RV. So I was hearing or seeing myself getting face fucked, or swallowing a load, or thanking each guy for their cum. It was easy to see by anyone watching the video that my gratitude was authentic and not something that was forced upon me. Everyone's favorite video from the trip was when each guy jacked off over a large picture of my wife, and I was told to lick each drop off the photo. It was extremely humiliating to lick the cum up, swallow, and continue while looking at her smiling face. I had to lick the glass over the photo clean before they were satisfied. Their laughter and comments somehow stay with me now, even when not sucking. I only can hope these videos stays off the internet, or never gets back to my wife and straight friends somehow.
Some of the guys liked me bent over, some face up, but all deep fucked me hard without any consideration for my discomfort, as it should be. My anus was leaking cum, dripping on the towel placed under me, as each guy used the cum from the previous nut to lubricated them for the next fuck. I mouth cleaned each guy out of respect for giving me their sperm. Rob, the last guy to fuck me was so exhausted from deep boning me; I just had to give him an extra long milking, even seal sucking his spent cock for some time, while he softly caressed my head. He told me that he wanted to dick me at least once a week when we got back as his wife didn't like anal sex, and I was made to drain his cock. I looked up with a smile and licked his balls clean as well. I hoped to become his regular cum-sucker in the near future.
It was difficult to be dropped off at home and having to face the wife. After all I just spent the last 4 days being the personal cocksucker to several hung guys.
I greeter her with a long kiss and hug. It was strange to kiss her with the same lips and mouth that by my count had sucked 35 times and swallowed every load gratefully shot off near my mouth. I excused myself telling my wife I was really tired and needed a shower and some rest. While true, I just couldn't be near her right now, as all I could think about was the smell of balls, cock, and cum, and Dave's instructions to be at his place later today as he needed to be drained. I washed up, took a 3 hr nap. I awoke to find my wife gone shopping, and a note telling me she was going to have dinner with a girlfriend and should tend to myself. I made some coffee and checked my cell phone. There was a text from Dave with just the message "4pmFT. I was used to suck messages as his personal cocksucker. It's was reassuring actually. It was now 2:30 pm; I finished up my coffee, shaved, and got dressed. I got hard thinking about his short terse message. It meant 4pm feeding time.
I knew not to be late, or even early, showing up precisely at 4.
"Take your clothes off cocksucker" Dave said while removing his pants. " crawl over here and make sure to make it last, I want you to earn your lunch"
I lowered myself to the floor and crawled toward his now spread legs, happy that again I was needed to please him orally.
"Lick my balls while I tell me how you why you surrendering your ass virginity to me last weekend. What a cocksucking faggot, ass-licker, and now fuck-hole for alpha males you are. I bet you think that's a beautiful description?"
"It's accurate sir' I replied
I stuck my tongue out and tasted his scrotum, sniffing it too, as the scent was now as addicting as the taste of hot fresh cum.
"We need to have this discussion. Do you know why I fucked you last weekend, and why everyone else dropped their loads inside your ass?" Dave said.
"To signify ownership, and remind me of my station now" I replied while making sure not to stop more than a second to answer while licking his full balls.
Laughing he responded "Big words for a lowly cocksucker, That's partly why, but it seemed at times that you showed signs that you still think of yourself as a man, and we know different don't we?"
I made the error of looking up and giving a puzzled look, even stopping my licking of his nuts.
WACK across the face with the back of his left hand, I fell backward hard across the floor, I was scared and somewhat embarrassed as I didn't even try to defend myself. I mumbled that I was sorry for looking up and for not licking like I was told.
"Look cocksucker" Dave said while now standing over me. " Did you feel like a man when my first entered you, while I was deep fucking you while you were tied up? Did you feel like a man when you slept with my load dripping out if your anus and the taste of cum was in your mouth? You are not just a cocksucker now, Your My Cocksucker, and I can do whatever I want to or with you. Understand?
I quivered with the words, the sting on my cheek, and the knowledge that my sex life, future and existence no longer belonged to me.
"Did that hurt, good, Now you can say you're sorry by licking around my asshole, and do it like your life depends on pleasing me, which it does" Dave said as he again sat down lifting his legs high to give me access to his lower crotch.
"Look at my hole and try and imagine it's your hole obscenely stretched and leaking multiple loads of man cream. You really don't have to imagine do you, we have lots of video of what it looks like don't we. That's what we remember when we look at you. I bet that gets you hard doesn't it?
I just buried my face and tongue between his legs and licked with intensity only a true cum slave who has found his place in life could reach. Dave's involuntary moans became louder, and he reached down with one large hand and grabbed my head, holding it in place. Not really necessary as I had no intention of moving. He just was showing his natural dominance, and it was exciting to be held while giving such intimate oral service. The smell, the feel, the taste, the place, sucking around a man's asshole just can't be duplicated in any other sexual act.
I entered that zone that only a true cocksucker can appreciate. Nothing else matters, you feel no pain, or discomfort. You don't remember what you were doing 10 minutes ago, or where you will be in an hour. Nothing matters but the next poke with your tongue in and around his anus, or the sucking of the bottom of his balls. I do think of the sweet cum that you be ingesting soon, but the thought is bittersweet as well, as it means reality sets back in, and you will no longer be servicing until his next hard on, or another member of this new club you now belong to, needs or orders you to begin again the slow work up to another monumental nut inside your now public mouth. The feeling of gratitude that I'm allowed to provide continual service to one or more guys without any reciprocation, and only their cum as a reward, is itself a bliss or heaven like existence, even if each time only lasts 30 or 40 minutes. No guy can last longer than that with my talented tongue.
I was awakened from my shallow thoughts by Dave moving his legs down, and saying "seal suck time, now!"
"Yes sir" I replied as he pointed the now pre-cum covered head of a very erect 8 inch penis
I licked the cum covered head first to remove the sweetness, and damn did it taste good. Then taking a deep breath, I slowly took the entire length, pausing half way before continuing deep until his balls touched my lower lip. He wrapped his thighs around my head, and pressed the back of my head with his hands, holding me securely between his legs.
"This is where you belong, cocksucker" he whispered softly into my ear and he leaned forward.
Holding my breath, and feeling the softness of his cockhead and shaft deep in my mouth and throat, I couldn't agree more.
The next Day.
Dave had asked me to write down my inner thoughts about being a cocksucker for him and his friends. He said, "You should see in writing, and be able to read aloud to everyone, why it is that you have become a lowly slave to cock".
This is what I've written so far...
I haven't written about the humiliating aspect of my servitude, or just being a cocksucker in general. For me being used this way, being at the low end of the sexual hierarchies, just goes with the territory. Being called faggot, cocksucker, or other names, seems natural, and even complimentary. It certainly keeps me mentally in place. I like the validation, and the reminder that I am most certainly not anyone's equal (unless it's another cocksucker). I even like to envision that I am even lower than other cocksucker's. When I started sucking, I was the cocksucker of a glory hole cocksucker. He would suck cock for a few hours, swallowing several loads of cum. He then called me over to suck his cock dry through the glory hole he has set up in his home. To this day we've never actually met. I told him it excited me to know that I was low enough to be a cocksucker's cocksucker. After he nuts, he allows me to jack off while mouthing his spent cock. He calls me cocksucker over and over again with a certain disdain in his voice until I shoot on the wall separating us. He told me once; it's good for his psyche that he knows there is at least one person he feels superior to. I like to think he is right, and that there is no one lower than myself sexually. And coming in air pussy by my own hand seems like the only way a cocksucker like me should be allowed to orgasm.
No matter what my station in life is, how much money I've earned, what quality of education I've obtained, it all pales into insignificance when I'm on your knees, face buried into some guys crotch, and his cock is driving itself relentlessly down my throat. My entire existence at that moment is centered on emptying the bloated sperm filled balls of my feeder. Holding, caressing, licking and sucking his cum filled balls is as enjoyable for me as swallowing a cock to its base.
I've accomplished great things in my life, raised a family, built a successful business, been a pillar in my community, but nothing means more to me than the moment, when someone I have the privilege of sucking, cums in my mouth. It truly seems like a privilege or an honor when the first squirt of liquid spills on my tongue. It's validation of all the hard work and practice. The larger the load, the more accomplished I feel. My most cherished memories are when my head is lightly pushed down just at that wonderful moment of ejaculation. I love the feeling when a few drops escape my lips. I Swallow the load and enjoy returning to the base to lick clean those first few drops of precious sperm. Suckling and licking the softening cock is, and always will be a relaxing and enjoyable ending to any blowjob I give.
There is just something, submissive, deeply moving about a load shooting into my mouth. It's an addition really. Like a nasty faucet that you don't want to have turned off. It excites me even more if the guy wants me to use me again to get off twice. I get off knowing his balls where truly emptied inside my stomach. If the guy is married, after seeing me, his wife is not going to get laid that evening. His loads were already mine. I think my ability to deep throat is a god given ability that should not be wasted, like the ability to play sports, or being musically talented, or even being a financial wizard. The ability to take a cock deep and be able to lick someone balls at the same time, is a gift. I try and keep my throat stretched to be able to provide for a soft deep place for a feeder to shoot their load.
Most dominate guys just want to get off. It's rare to find someone who understands the mental aspect of my particular fetish. I enjoy being put into my place as their cocksucker. Dave understands this, and using it to his advantage, he has made me his own. I am grateful to that, and will continue until he says otherwise.
Part 5 The basement party