Two Weeks
By Greg Samson
Part 2
After breakfast the next day, Steve came up to me and introduced me to Carl. Carl shook my hand firmly with a big grin on his face that let me know Steve had told him what he was in for. That afternoon, they told me to come with them to get some firewood. I knew what they really wanted. When we had hiked about a half mile into the woods, we came to a clearing.
"Better get on your knees, honey," said Steve, pushing on my shoulders. "Time for you to do your stuff."
I refused but the both of them held my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. Carl, who was well over six feet tall, stood in front of me and started to rub the bulge in his crotch. Then he unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock, stroking it as it got bigger. I stared at it but I could not believe how big it was.
It was fat and gnarled with veins and looked to be about nine or ten inches and two or three pounds of solid cock. There was no way I was gonna be able to go through with this so I started to get up. But Steve was right behind me and pushed me back down by my shoulders.
"You can do this," he said, holding me in place. "You have to do this."
Carl came closer and held his massive penis to my mouth. I looked up at him and saw that big grin again. I knew that I would have to get this over with so I opened wide and let him put it in. God, it was so big I had to open my mouth almost as wide as I could just to accommodate him.
"Suck him, darling, just like I taught you," insisted Steve, still holding me in place.
Carl pulled my head toward him and started shoving his dick in my mouth. Once my teeth cleared the head, he continued to stuff his giant cock as far as it would go into my mouth. I was almost choking as he shoved, inch by massive inch, into my mouth. Every time I thought he would stop and pull back, he pushed his stiff rod in still further. It wasn't easy for him to wedge it in he was so large but it was even harder for me. I could feel the fat head slide along the roof of my mouth and push against the back of my throat.
"My God, Carl, he's actually doing it," declared Steve in genuine astonishment. "I've never seen anyone take you like this. Didn't I tell you--he's a real natural."
Carl only grunted a little and kept on feeding his immense organ across my lips. When he'd gotten it in as far as he wanted, he held my head in his hands and started to thrust his hips back and forth as he pulled me toward him. All I could do was hold on to his thighs and let him fuck my mouth until he was finished. And it didn't take long. He was obviously extremely horny and it wasn't long before he was fucking as fast as he could. He didn't care about slowing down to enjoy the ride. He just wanted to come as quickly as possible. Within a minute of this rapid humping I could tell he was about to explode and there was no chance he was going to pull out. I knew I was about to get another mouthful of another man's seed in no time. I heard Carl grunt as if he was in pain and that's when I felt the first warm spurt against my tongue. My eyes bulged involuntarily but Carl kept banging away as he shot his load off, making sure he got it all.
"Oh yeah, Carl, feed him all your cum. He likes it," Steve cheered.
Carl slowed to a stop and finally pulled his cock out of my aching mouth and wiped it on my face. Again, I was left with a shot glass-full of a man's warm, pungent sperm in my mouth and this time Steve wanted to see it. He made me open my mouth so he could look at it. And then, once again, he wanted to watch me swallow it.
"Go ahead, honey, down it," he said coaxingly.
I looked him in the eye with contempt but I gave him what he wanted. As he watched intently, I closed my eyes and downed the semen like a tablespoon of medicine. Steve stroked my throat as the sperm slid down and I could tell he almost came as he watched me. He made me open my mouth again so he could see that Carl's deposit was gone. It definitely turned him on because when he unbuttoned his pants, his cock sprung out like it was attacking me.
"My turn," he said gleefully.
And without another word he stepped up to the spot where Carl had just been standing and inserted his erection between my lips. I expected him to start banging away but instead he just stood there with his dick in my mouth. I looked up at him.
"So far you've been getting off easy, making us do all the work," he said. " This time you're gonna do all the work. I'm gonna stand here and you're gonna make me come in your mouth."
He told me where to grab his ass and how to pull it toward me. As he stood there, he showed me how I had to bob my head back and forth and suck his cock as it slipped in and out of my mouth. He told me how to use my tongue to stroke his penis as I fucked it with my mouth. He was obviously enjoying giving me another lesson in blowjobs. Steve didn't move a muscle and kept his arms at his sides while I took his instruction and very actively went down on him. This time it was me fucking him with my mouth instead of the other way around.
I knew that this was his test of my willingness and a demonstration of his complete, humiliating power over me. Don't ask me why I gave in without more of a fight. I guess I just felt trapped and the only way out was do as I was told.
"That's it, faster now," he said coaching me.
I did as he demanded and, closing my eyes, threw my head back and forth, my lips gripped tightly around his shaft. He obviously liked it and from his panting and moaning I could tell he was about to come. I prepared to receive what he wanted to give me.
"Goddam, you're a cocksucking whore," he moaned in ecstasy. "You suck cock like you were born to it. I could tell that the minute I laid eyes on you."
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled forcefully, pushing his dick to the back of my throat.
"Next lesson, slut mouth," he said, "Deepthroat. And I know it'll come easy to you. Just relax your throat muscles and let the cock slip all the way down."
I did what he told me. I could feel Steve's cock approach the back of my throat. I knew I was going to gag if it came any closer so I tried to pull back. But Steve held my head in place and his cock just kept coming.
"Relax the throat. It will rebel at first but you and I need to train it to accept cock. It's changing, you're changing, and change is not easy to do. There may be some pain at first, but it will pass. We are making your mouth and throat into something new and soon your throat will give in, just like you."
Carl laughed at what Steve was saying as he watched what Steve was doing to me. It obviously really turned Steve on to demonstrate this power over me. And I no longer felt anything in me that could resist. As I relaxed my throat, it was as if my will relaxed too. And with that, I felt Steve's cock head force its way into my throat and down. Steve let out something that was between a moan and a sigh of relief.
"That's it, baby," Steve said in his most soothing voice, "Just hold it there. Feel it. It's home now."
I thought this was impossible but I was astonished to find that I was wrong. I gagged as the involuntary reflexes of my body tried to expel what was never meant to be there. It hurt and I thought I would choke to death if Steve didn't pull out immediately. My nose was now pressed into the nest of his crotch hairs, I could feel his cock burning in my throat, and I started to panic. I tried to push Steve off me but Carl grabbed my arms from behind. Steve just held his cock in place, buried to the hilt in my face. I found that I strained to hear whatever words Steve would offer to help me.
"Just relax," Steve said. "You're okay. Your throat is adjusting. It will take a moment. This is for your own good and someday you'll thank me. To be a really good cocksucker, you must know how to take it all the way, if that's what a guy wants."
A cocksucker? In my delirium and confusion I couldn't really think through what he was saying but, looking back on it now, I would come to realize.
Steve was right. In a moment, my throat convulsions subsided. As he felt that he pulled out and as soon as I could, I grabbed for air. I was panting. My God, what was happening to me?
"Very good," Steve said. "You see how the body learns and adapts?"
"Please, no more," I begged.
"We're almost done," Steve said, "Hang in there. We need to go back in and this time, and each time hereafter that a man enters your throat, it will get easier and more natural."
To my dismay, Steve put his cock back in my mouth and slowly but steadily slid it in. Again, I could only experience this but I could not stop his cock's relentless penetration.
"Don't forget to suck, honey," Steve reminded me.
And I did. I suctioned my mouth over the length of Steve's shaft as hard as I could, just as I had done before. Steve's cock reached the back of my throat. Steve reminded me to relax, he gripped my head tightly, and pushed it home.
This time, again surprising me, I did not gag. He again held his cock in place and let my throat adjust to this invasion. I was not until he started to fuck my throat with the last three inches of his cock that I gagged again. But this time he did not seem to care. With Carl still holding me in place, I did not have any choice but to take it.
"Ohhhh my god," Steve let out a moan, "You're fucking amazing."
He started to hump my face as fast as he could. This went on for minutes. A few times I felt his balls swing against my chin. But after a while he could not hold out any longer. That's when he moaned and I felt his cum rush into my mouth. He continued to fuck me and I could feel my mouth filling up. When he was spent, Steve held me under my chin, slowly pulled his dick out and started stroking himself. He tipped my head up and told me to open my mouth so he could see what he had left me. He was pleased to see his load all over my mouth. He signaled for me to swallow as he watched.
I did and again felt it slide down my throat like an oyster. He made me open my mouth again so he could see that it was gone. He laughed with pleasure and let me go. I dropped into the dust, exhausted. The musky smell and taste of cock and semen all melded into one in my mouth and nose.
"Oh shit, I need to try that," Carl said, wide-eyed and beaming as he sensuously rubbed the bulge in his pants. Watching his friend had evidently aroused him again. I moaned, horrified at the prospect.
"Should we?" asked Steve, playfully, still panting as he zipped himself up. "No, I think he's had enough for now. But," with a slight menace in his voice, "You'll get your chance. And you, my little cocksucker, you did great. We'll see you again soon."
"Yeah," echoed Carl, clearly frustrated, "Real soon."
As I lay there, on the verge of passing out, or wishing that I would, I felt a sense of relief that I would be spared further ordeal. But as the two of them walked off, laughing, I realized it was only a temporary reprieve. The next two weeks played themselves out in my mind. I knew that sooner rather than later, I would be expected to do for Carl what I had just done for Steve. But with the size of Carl, the pain would be double. I knew I would then be expected to do it again to Steve, and then again to Carl. Until the end of the two weeks. And what else would they try to make me do? How had this happened I wondered. Was there anything I could do? As I lay there, I resolved that this situation would end here, regardless of who Steve threatened to tell.