Pt5
This time he didn’t cum up me, he just stopped and pulled his still erect cock out of me well before his excitement level rose to fever pitch, he pulled out fast too, like yanking a hand out of a fire, this caught me out, as last time his cock had all but deflated before it left my insides, but the shaft and the bell end were still rock hard and it shocked me with the brute force of its removal. He had a quick idea, or change of mind somehow, but what? My mind was firmly on that fucking brown leather belt!
My anus was stunned from this abuse, and real pain shot around the delicate circle of muscles that make up the arsehole. My anus felt hot, and damaged, I imagined it was most likely bleeding, but I had no way of finding out, if I were bleeding, surely Peter would make an appearance and help me, I couldn’t imagine Sir would bat an eyelid. Sir would probably have some sort of apocryphal thing about dirty women, bleeding from their dirty fannys, and that’s what you get for looking at them, he really was a huge, self opinionated, misogynist, along with many others things I was fast finding out about him.
Sir stood fully upright and grabbed me up off the desk, spun me around by my shoulders and barked, “On your knees boy”. I dropped to my knees, still with the bag over my head. My lubed anus pulsating, the pain not subsiding from between my arse cheeks, made worse by the large thigh and buttock muscles, and their connection to each other via my anus and pelvic floor, kicking in to lower myself. I was surely damaged and it felt bad. The fact that I couldn’t stop this and check, made my mind go into overdrive. Peter and I had never discussed safe words, or a way out of something that wasn’t going well. This wasn’t going well in my book, the idea of not letting Sir get the upper hand was, by now, well out of the window, probably being chased by that guy Scott, the only one free at this moment in time!
I was hoping for Sirs cock to be reinserted, and cum be shot up my bum, quick tidy up, cup of tea with my friend Peter and off home, but this wasn’t to be. but i should be looking on the bright side, if Sir had just ejaculated up my arse, the force of my dropping to the floor, helped by my widened, loose anus, would have seen me dump the lot onto his office carpet that’s for sure. Of course Sir would be really unhappy if I had made such a mess, he does seem to have a thing for cleanliness.
The lecture continues about looking up ladies skirts and trying to catch a glimpse of their fannies, how dirty that would be, he went on several times about how dirty women are, the fanny being nothing but a germ filled bag but a few millimetres from the dirty anus, how can that ever be hygienic? Then Sir added “And how are you enjoying being blind? If you became blind because of your dirty habits, you would have no idea what was coming until it hit you”. I was still thinking about the belt, surely he is going to get that fucking belt out and let me have it, surely, why would he mention not seeing something coming, why?
Sir was stood directly in front of me and lifted the front of the bag enough for my mouth and nose to be exposed but I still couldn’t see, I could smell cock though. I had sucked some cock before, but never all they way until it shot spunk in my mouth, the odd blowjob in a car when I was experimenting with my Bi side, but nothing serious and never to full, semen in throat, completion. I was always in control and managed to just be wanking the cock on the sly when it shot its load out. I could even point it where I wanted thus avoiding those T-shirt or trouser stains than can be so persistent! If you cum, I usually controlled what happened next! Until now!
My mind drifted off to a time a few months previously, when I met a sales rep in a motorway services, I ended up sucking his cock in a toilet booth and he tried to hold my head while he spunked in my mouth, but I broke his hold or he let me go, good job too, as I was just about to bite his bell end off, as soon as the cock was out of my mouth, he shot his spunk all the way down one leg of his posh looking suit! There is a god and he doesn’t run a dry-cleaners, I laughed to myself, but that would soon stop.
I had never tasted spunk, and I had told Peter that several times in email messages, he knew that, but I certainly knew what cock smells like and one was very near to my nose. Before I could think further Sir slid his still erect cock right into my mouth.
My initial fears about the leather belt were proved incorrect, for now at least, but another far more worrying problem had just arisen, Sir had taken his cock right out of my anus and, without cleaning it, put it fully in my mouth, could I taste my arse? I could certainly taste the lube, and it wasn’t nice at all. What would my arse taste like anyway? I had seen plenty of ass-to-mouth porn to know how it worked, but porn isn’t real is it? Its all a series of contrived scenes put together to look good. Like any good film, they probably shoot the mouth scenes before the ass scene, surely the cocks, or dildos, are well wiped and everything before they get shoved into the mouth in the next scene, surely? Do porn stars ever get poo coming out of their perfectly formed, and bleached assholes?
I had eaten a girlfriends butt hole as part of oral sex and foreplay, but never after having a finger up it, so what did shit taste like? I had never eaten a man’s anus, least of all my own. What was actually on his cock when he pulled out of me, was I eating my own shit? My brain was really racing now. I felt sick to my stomach, but his thrusting didn’t stop, so I had little choice but to accept what he was doing to my mouth. What the fuck was that Mantra?
Receiving oral from Sir was very different to being fucked by him, and seemed to take longer, despite me trying things to drastically shorten the experience. It seems weird doesn’t it, somebody is doing something abhorrent to you, but you have to join in to get it over with quicker, as by doing nothing, it could last forever. Now there is a catch 22 for you!
I had a lot more control over his cock with my mouth than with my arse hole and could tighten my grip, or lick his bell end with my tongue, but even so it seemed to take longer before his cock finally swelled and stiffened, I did consider sliding a cheeky finger up his arse hole to get him going, I was a dab hand at hand-jobs and my old trick was to tickle a guys anus to get him on the boil, but now I dare not even raise a hand without express permission, and then all of a sudden, with no extra effort, Sir let out a small grunt, and the cum came out.
I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, but I knew I couldn’t pull away, and I must take the produce of his loins. I didn’t like the taste, and my initial reaction was to try and let the spunk flow out of the side of my mouth so I didn’t have to swallow, and if I could get it to the side of my mouth without it passing over my taste buds even better, but Sir was ahead of me and put his right palm under my jaw and lifted it enough to stop me opening my mouth, whilst cupping his cock up against my lips with his forefinger and thumb of the same hand, this was enough to stop me letting the cum out. He was also pulling the pillow case tight behind my head with his left hand, this pushed my head up and back slightly, opening my throat as if to take some sickly medicine.
The Bastard has done this before that’s for sure, the Bastard knew all about that trick. It was a good job the sales rep in the services hadn’t used that technique as it would have meant me sampling swallowing much sooner, and that guy really did cum too, I bet that cum stain down his trouser leg took some getting out, and some explaining too if his misses saw it! My mind was wandering a lot now. I really didn’t want to be here.
Sir didn’t so much shoot his load but, as I thought from when he came up my bum weeks before, his cum just seem to emerge at the scene, one minute there was no cum and then next minute you got an amount that would count as a no show at a sperm bank, and certainly nothing to write home about. Even so it took some swallowing, I almost puked a couple of times as his warm cum sat on the top of my tongue, and my gag reflex made an appearance, but managed to get it down at the third attempt. Luckily the thought of his cock having just come out of my arsehole had disappeared in the melee of what to do with a dollop of semen, mixed with anal lube, with no ability to spit. I had even forgotten about Sir’s cock, was it circumcised? It didn’t seem quite so important now, not since me eating my own arse juice!
Once Sir was sure his spunk had gone, he released his hand from below my jaw, moved backwards a little and his cock dropped out of my mouth, all limp and flaccid, although I never saw it, still being blindfold as I was. It still had the aroma of cock, but with the added flavour of warm spunk present. Sir spoke “If you were blind that could happen everyday and you would never know until it was too late” and then left the room, pausing only to grab his clothes, the leather belt again rattling against itself like a pocket full of small change.
The Mantra returned, Sir cannot get the upper hand! Well, belt aside, it was looking like yet another victory for team Sir, my arse had been fucked, and now my mouth too.
The taste of his spunk stuck in my throat for a good while and not having a drink handy, I had no choice but to suffer it. I tried to summon up some saliva to help cleanse my mouth, but it just seemed to bring spunk up with it, the lube, clearly oil based, had stuck to everything in my mouth and made the situation no better. The smell of his cum wasn’t nice either, some had gone up from my throat into my nose and occupied my senses in a most unpleasant way, a sort of mix of salty, un-fresh seafood and pub pipe-cleaning fluid. I now know of course that diet is everything and some spunk doesn’t taste like this. Perhaps Sir was a smoker and Peter not? But how stupid was my brain being now to even think that, I was fast being dragged into Sir’s crazy, perverted world! Many years on, I now love to swallow and perform blowjobs with a real passion, but servicing Sir wasn’t about passion, giving, or anything else for that matter, it was punishment, pure taking, and it damn sure felt like it.
I knelt on that floor, with the bag over my head like a hostage about to be shot, for longer than I care to remember and I heard nothing, until Peter’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “Is that you? sorry dear, I didn’t hear you come in, that front door is so far away from the kitchen, Would you like a drink?” thank god for that the Calvary has arrived, “Just water please Peter, thank you” I replied, then bag off head, clothes on, and off I went in double quick time. “Have you come to help me move this thing?” Peter points to a small dresser at the side of the sink, and I’m taken aback at the look of surprise on his face that I had let myself in. He really had no idea I was here, this is getting weird beyond belief now. The small glass of water Peter had filled, was no where near enough to clear the spunk and oily lube from my throat so, once downed, I asked for another and then finally a fresh orange juice did the trick. Again we sat and chatted for a while, but not about the events that had just unfolded, we moved the dresser to the other side of the kitchen, and I swear Peter genuinely knew nothing about the events preceding “My arrival”. My mind, like my mouth and anus, was fucked, I was even beginning to think that Sir and Peter were actually different people.
Sir cannot get the upper hand! The trouble is he was good at keeping it. |
