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Video Game Freak Part 3
By Webb
I couldn't sleep. I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Everything I'd done was so wrong but I couldn't stop. I'd do anything to have his cock in my mouth again or worse. I don't think I can refuse anything he told me to do.
That made me break out in a sweat. What would I do if Arnie wanted to fuck me in the ass. But I know.. I can't say no to him. I tried not to think about it. cause every time I do my dick gets hard. What am I going to do if he wants to fuck me?
Unable to sleep I finally got up and played my video game. Around dawn I heard Arnie get up and take a piss. I started wondering if his dick was hard.
I threw the controller down on the floor.
I just sat there for a while unable to sleep and hugging a pillow to my chest. A while later Arnie wandered out of the room. The sun was just barely up and I felt groggy and a little scared.
"Are you ok Bill?", Arnie asked standing there in his underwear.
I nodded yes.
"Are you freaked out about last night?"
I nodded again.
"But you liked it"
I nodded cause it was the truth.
"You want my cock again don't you"
"Yeah.", I said in a kind of whimper.
"Who are you Bill?", he asked.
"Your cocksucker"
"Well, get over here", Arnie said as he pulled down his boxers exposing his semi-hard cock.
I was on my knees with his dick was in my mouth before my little voice could scream "no". It didn't matter I would have ignored it anyway.
"Good boy", he said as I hungrily slurped down his cock.
Suddenly I was no longer tired or worried. I just wanted his load and anything else he'd give me.
I nuzzled his balls, and licked up and down his shaft. I'd glue my mouth to his cock if I could.
He was moaning and gripping my hair with his fist as I spent the next ten minutes working over his cock. His groans got louder and he arched his back. His balls tightened up against his body. I was about to get my wish. He stood up on the balls of his feet and the first hot blast hit my throat. I slurped up every bit of spunk that came out of him and tried to suck out more until he pulled me off his cock.
"Whoa, hold on it's too sensitive for that right now", he said pulling his cock out of my reach. "Go start some coffee and clean yourself up".
I anxiously got the coffee started and went to go shower. I felt great. I still knew this was wrong. Somehow he'd turned me into a cock-sucking faggot and I was loving every minute of it. The depression I was feeling was gone. I knew it would be back but right now all that was important was what Arnie wanted.
I showered quickly and found Arnie in the kitchen halfway through a cup of coffee.
"Take off your shorts", he commanded.
I hesitated for a tiny fraction of a second almost too short for even me to notice before I bent at the waist and thrust my boxer briefs down the floor and stepped out of them.
"From now on Bill I want you naked when we're at home together alone."
I nodded.
"And I want an answer out loud when I ask you a question.", he said.
"Yes, Arnie.", I answered feeling my cock hardening.
Now remember I was going to tell you how all this happened. Well that morning in the kitchen I realized what he'd done to me. It wasn't sucking his cock or having sex with him that I needed. It was pleasing him or doing anything he wanted. Things kind of clicked and I really didn't like it.
Some part of me realized how fucked I really was and wanted to scream out loud and then beat the shit out of him. But it was somehow not that important as pleasing him.
"Arnie, what did you do to me?", I asked almost plaintively.
He looked up from his coffee for the first time standing there naked with a hardon. "What do you mean?"
"All I can think of is pleasing you."
"Get yourself some coffee and sit down", he said pointing to the chair across from him.
We sat there drinking our coffee for a while and eventually my hardon went down. I wanted to press him to answer but didn't feel like it was right.
"Go get my green notebook from my room.", he said breaking the silence.
I got up and went to look for his notebook. The nervousness I felt at waiting was instantly relieved because I knew what he wanted and went to do it for him.
I handed him the notebook and sat back down facing him.
He opened the notebook to where he had a pen clipped to one of the pages. He scribbled some notes for a minute and then flipped to and read another page.
"Bill, are you happy sitting here with me?"
I was about to nod and instead spoke. "Yeah I'm happy sitting here with you." Inside I felt like a fucking idiot. But It did make me feel good to be sitting there. I couldn't lie to him.
"Good boy", he answered. The feeling of warmth that swelled up through my body whenever he said that is hard to explain. But it's all I wanted to continue hearing him say that.
Arnie didn't explain it all to me right there and rather than go into all the details but I'm going to tell you. It was weeks before I knew the whole story myself.
The research that he was working on at School was about addiction and how it changes the way your brain feels pleasure. Well they figured out that it's not the drug you take that makes you physically addicted but it's some chemical your body releases when you do it. Turns out it changes the way your brain feels pleasure permanently. That's why these crackheads and coke addicts will do anything to get another fix.
They figured that you could give someone a dose of that chemical with any kind of stimulation and they'd become addicted to that. Just like a crackhead who can't stop and will fuck over anyone to get another fix.
Arnie gave that chemical to me in that special water he had me drink for the tests. So when I was playing my video games it changed me. That box he attached between my playstation and the TV was showing me subliminal images of what he wanted me to be addicted to.
"Bill refill your coffee cup and bring it to me", he ordered.
I handed him my cup and he ordered me to kneel and then start sucking my cock. I went to work on his cock. Everything seemed right when I was sucking his cock or doing what he wanted. My own cock was aching and I felt my own precum dripping on my leg.
His moans and groans turned me on and made me want to cum. But I didn't touch my own cock. The only thing that was important was doing what he wanted, pleasing him.
Arnie stopped me when he was about to cum. I kneeled there obediently while he stood up and held his cock over my coffee cup. He then quickly stroked his cock until it started spewing his spunk which he aimed into my coffee cup. Shaking and sweating from his second orgasm this morning he sat back down.
"You can sit back down", he said. I went back to my seat and he slid the coffee cup to my side of the table. "Go ahead and finish your coffee."
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had in my life. It was the satisfied grin on his face that made it so good. I had endorphins or something pumping through my system. I sipped it a little at first because it was a bit too hot. But before long I was gulping it down and just as I finished the last swallow my cock blasted my own cum up onto my belly and puddle in my lap and on the chair between my legs.
"Fuck, that was hot. " Arnie said grinning.
I know this is all wrong, I know I'm a straight guy and I like girls and drinking another guys spunk makes me sick. But that was the best fucking orgasm I had ever had.
That morning the world changed for me. Up until then all the stuff I'd done with Arnie I could explain away somehow. But from that morning on I knew I belonged to Arnie.