The Cop

From Chapter 8

He carefully leaned forward and lifted my scrotum, and smelled the crease between my thigh and sack. His tongue lapped at my sweat and funkiness; he moved to my sack and tried to suck both orbs into his mouth, but they were too tightly up against my body, so he took one at a time and licked, sucked and tasted me. After taking the other into his mouth he moved on to the other crease. At that point he simply moved his head sideways until he was staring my cock head on from a distance of about six inches.

Chapter 9

From Chris Parry's point of view.

My mind was full trying to take into consideration all of what Charles had said. I really was happy about our relationship. At that point that pissy little voice came back and said "You've gone a long way baby. Just yesterday at this time you weren't a screaming homo. In less than 24 hours you've stated kissing a guy, let him, correct that begged him to fuck you and to cum inside you; agreed to become his sex slave; turn everything you have or will ever have over to him absolutely; and then when you finally get the balls enough to ask him for clarification he tells you that absolute control means that he can have your nuts cut off and you are ok with that; and if that is not enough he is black. Oh yeah, I forgot, you are about to suck his cock that is covered in piss, his cum, and whatever shit of yours that did not come out the first time he gave you a piss enema. Have at it fag but give me a break."

I leaned down and licked his cock, starting at the base coming up to the head. I don't know if it was my imagination or fact but I stopped for a second and let the thoughts run through my mind. What were the tastes I was experiencing? Could I tell the difference between the taste of my ass slime from his piss or his cum? I was not sure, and then I realized that it really did not matter. I was hooked on this guy if he would have me or keep me, and I was sure it meant that I would sooner than later have to suck his cock; more than likely in the next little bit his baby makers would be making their way into my stomach. He seemed to like the taste of mine and he ate it because he liked it not because he was obligated in any way to swallow the sperm of his male slave.

I had smelled my cum before when I had jerked off and was wiping it up, and if I was truthful I had tasted it when on an extra horny occasion my dick had spewed forth with sufficient thrust to make it to my lips. It hadn't tasted bad, kind of like a raw oyster in consistency, with a nutty and salty taste. The taste that had come from his balls and his creases really was salty like sweat, a musky taste and/or smell and a slightly bitter overtone. My brain had been working in the background and I came to the realization that I wanted to taste his cum; I wanted this relationship to grow; I needed to be held by him at night with his thighs on both sides of me, his arms holding me and yes his cock sunk to the hilt in my ass. I remembered that conversation we had and my memory replayed it for me:

"Do you accept the fact that when I have fucked you, impregnated you with my sperm and you cum without anyone touching your clit that you will at that point have become my bitch?

"Yes Sir!"

I guess that I was already his bitch. But what about the other thing he had said,

"What you have to do is two things: First you must trust me absolutely and second you have to listen carefully to exactly what I say. If you don't then what you will have done is to force my hand because you will have defied me. When you defy me by saying no or refusing to do as I say, it will cause me to force you to not only do what I have said but I will then have to take it to the next step and require you to do something greater as well. At that point you will be forced to require you to do to what I said to begin with and then something more, which is beyond what I had originally planned."

What could that mean?

I leaned forward about six inches and starting in the hair around his cock I slowly licked my way to the head. I was amazed at how rock solid the shaft was while at the same time felt so soft like velvet. Maybe that what was meant by the saying the velvet hammer. There was more of the salty flavor with a slight bitter over tone and a dose of musk. I pulled back on his shaft so that the head was coming towards me and opened my mouth. I know I nicked him with my teeth, lifted off and said "I am sorry; I have never done this before."

"I know that and thus the reason that you won't receive a spanking for it. Stick your tongue out so that it covers your lower teeth and cover your upper ones with your upper lip. First you need to lick with your tongue and then let the head slip in. You need to be aware that until you have some practice you are going to gag. Gagging is important because it will cause snot to run out of your nose like when you cry and cause you to cough which likewise will cause slime to come up from your stomach both of which will cause my prick to slip and slide in and out of your mouth much easier. It is simply a matter of practice. It is my responsibility to see that you get enough practice."

Following his advice I went to work. I slowly lowered my mouth and felt his cock enter. He lay still and to his credit did not lift his hips or otherwise try and force himself into me. When the shaft of his cock was about half way in it hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I quickly lifted off, looked up at him to find him smiling down at me; I smiled back and went back down; when I got back again to the gag point I stopped, holding still for a moment. I swallowed and realized that I could not breathe through my mouth and so took a breath in and slowly lowered my head. Shortly I came to a sticking point whereby I could make no further progress; I tried but I simply could fit no more.

Charles put his hands on my head, without any pressure just resting there and said, "Stay still and breathe through your nose. Get use to breathing through your nose instead of your mouth."

I did so and then he gently raised my head and noticed that slime was dripping from my mouth and fell on the head of his cock. He then tilted my head so that I was looking at him and saw him smiling at me, saying, "Take a couple more breaths and swallow."

I did so, sitting back on my haunches, licking my lips. "Are you tasting me? How does my cock taste?"

I smiled and said, "I am now a cocksucker, but I have only tasted one, and have nothing to compare it to, but I doubt that it could get any better; I like the way you taste but why can't I get it all in my throat?"

"You will shortly. I wanted you to take a breath and talk to you a minute. What I want you to do next is to get back to the gag point, swallow like you did, and then continue breathing through your nose, and when you get to that point, relax because I am going to help you, by pushing down on your head. Don't panic because I am not forcing you but rather I am helping you stretch your throat so you can get it in there. Once we get it in you a couple of times your throat will naturally stretch so as to accommodate me."

From Charles Green's point of view.

Damn if this boy isn't more than I could have ever hoped for. I let him lower his head to the gag point, felt him swallow and ease an additional inch or so before he came to a stop. At that point I said, "Remain calm, don't panic, and simply let me guide you."

At that point I put my hands on his head and gently applied some pressure and slowly his throat was stretched so that shortly his nose was in my pubic hair. I took my hands off his head and he remained there momentarily and then he slowly pulled up until I fell out of his mouth. He coughed up some more slime which he let drip out of his mouth and onto my prick. He cleared his throat coughing up yet more slime. He smiled at me and I put my hand lovingly on his cheek as he slowly took my cock into his mouth and when he got to the gag point he tried to get it all in but again reached the resistance point. Instead of backing off, he reached out with his hands and picked up both of mine and put them on his head. He took in a large amount of air through his nose and pushed on my hands so that my cock again sank to the hilt. On his own he remained there a moment before rising up so that just the helmet was in this mouth; he took his tongue and put it in my piss slit, put his tongue back over his lower teeth and then with his hands on mine he pushed me in until he bottomed out. He then started moving up and down on my prick and gradually stretched his throat until he was able to make it on his own. Shortly I knew I could not hold back any longer and in fact wanted to ejaculate.

I told him, "Chris, I am going to cum in a minute. I am sure that the load that is going to ejaculate will be more than you can hold in your mouth so you need to swallow but I want you to try and keep some in your mouth."

It felt like I was going to blow the top off of his head. My sperm felt like it was rising from the bottom of my feet, racing all the way up my legs and thighs, went towards the cheeks of my ass and then exploded out the end of my cock. To his credit he never blinked, gaged or made any type of hesitation or reluctance. He swallowed twice and I was afraid that he had forgotten my instruction to keep some in his mouth. I said to him, "Did you keep some in your mouth?"

"Igued um." and he opened his mouth to reveal a mouth full of cum. "Astur kay eye ave um?"

I had no idea what he was saying, but said yes. He then leaned over my belly and allowed a small amount to spill. He looked at me and asked, "ou u ant e to allow he est?"

Again I said, "Yes." Trust is a two way street and I wanted him to trust me then I had to trust him. When he had swallowed my sperm, he wiped his hand across his mouth and looked to see if there was any more to clean up.

From Chris Parry's point of view,

I could not believe the taste of Charles' sperm. I can't say I really tasted the first two mouthfuls that I swallowed as I did not have time to allow my taste buds to process it. I am glad that he said he wanted me to hold a mouthful because I finally could taste him. I thought that I may have dribbled some onto my chin but if I did I got it all with my tongue.

Charles asked me, "What did you say the first time before you put some on my belly?"

I smiled and said, "I was trying to ask permission to drip some of you onto your belly instead of swallowing it all."

He followed up by saying, "What did you ask then?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted me to swallow the rest."

"Well what are you going to do with this puddle?"

I reached my fingers out and rubbed some onto my fingers, and allowed my fingers to feel the texture of his sperm. I then lift my fingers to my nose and sniffed it, and stared at it. I then lowered my head to his belly and licked him clean. I noticed that his cock was still leaking some fluid so I sucked it clean and pulled back his foreskin and cleaned in that area.

"I wanted to smell, look at, feel as well as taste your sperm; your essence."

Charles pulled me up into the crook of his arm and kissed me, running his tongue into my mouth. I was so happy and relaxed. I think at that point that I was beginning to feel that I had found what I had never thought that I would experience - love.

Charles looked down at me and said, "You did great. In fact you did better than great." He lifted his legs so that his were outside of mine and he sat up and slid up my body so that his legs were up against my arm pits.

He put his cock on my lips and said, "Open up." I did so looking up at him.

He said, "Remember all that I have told you. When you used to beat off, what would you need to do?"

For whatever reason, I stopped thinking. Had I thought rationally I would have realized that Charles knew I could not answer him so it obviously was a question that he did not expect me to answer. Instead of that I tried to talk with a mouthful of dick. He could not understand me and I became frustrated and then that damn little voice of doubt really did me a disservice. "Do you realize that he is going to piss in your mouth? You damn fool what are you going to allow him to do?"

I then started to fight him not wanting him to piss in my mouth. It was stupid and showed a lack of trust in Charles. First I had already had my mouth on him when we both had been soaked in his piss that came out of me like a douche being expelled. Second, I was his slave and had given him absolute control over me.

From Charles Green's point of view.

I knew things had been going too smoothly. There had to come the moment when he would need breaking and it had arrived. I had not asked him to take my piss into his mouth; I had asked him what he needed to do after beating off. For most guys it is piss but for a lot it is simply cleaning or wiping up the fluid. Oh well it is time for the first lesson in trust.

I put my hands on his arms and one at a time slipped them beneath my legs so that when done I was sitting on his chest with his arms under my legs. He was trying to get free and being unable to move except for kicking his legs he was trying to buck me off. I reached behind me and got his nuts in my hand. Squeezing I looked him in the eye and said, "STOP!"

He did so laying there gasping for breath around my cock. I looked down into his eyes and said, "You fucked up. You defied me. You failed to trust me. You did not do what I told you to do."

I pulled my cock out of his mouth and said to him, "What exactly did I say to you?" "Remember all that I have told you. When you used to beat off, what would you need to do?"

"And what would be the answer to my question?"

"Sometimes I need to piss and all of the time I would need to clean up my cum."

"Any problems with that?'

"No sir."

"All right, but now you have to face the consequences of your acts. What caused you to panic and put up that fight? A fight by the way that you could never win."

"I thought that you were going to piss into my mouth."

"What made you think that?"

"I don't know."

"What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?"

"For you to piss in my mouth."

"But isn't that what you were afraid I would do to you? If that is the case why are you saying that it is the appropriate punishment?"

"Because I failed to trust you."

I lifted my leg and allowed him to take his left arm from out from under my leg and told him to put my cock back in his mouth and for him to hold it there. When he had done so, I told him to look me in the eyes; he did so, and I slowly filled his mouth with my piss. When I felt that it was about half full I stopped the flow and look down at him.

"Open your mouth and simply lie there with it open, and my cock hanging on your lips."

He did so and I slowly resumed pissing and as his mouth was filled it overflowed onto his chest, ran down both sides of his neck onto the sheets. Again I stopped and sat there looking down at him. I said, "You have a choice. You can either swallow or move to get up and go into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet. Your choice and either way there will be no penalty."