After being coerced into sucking black dick, Ken falls further into a life of Black Cock submission. Although it is a stand alone story it is the second chapter in Ken's journey into black cock worship.
I showered for the second time in less than an hour and still couldn't get clean. My mind raced with the insanity of the evening. Nerves about the business meeting the next day had twisted my judgement. The meeting that could launch the business Kyle Martin and I had risked so much to build, had me so wired, I had overdone it at the hotel's free happy hour, and decided to let off steam at the old porn theater across the street.
Horrible decision-number-one was quickly followed by horrible decision-number-two. When Malik and Markus sat next to me on either side, in the wide-open theater, I should have trusted my instincts and left immediately. Instead, I shared the joint they fired up, trying to act calm, cool, and collected.
It was the most potent weed I'd ever had and it may have been laced with something stronger. Then the manipulation, and there I was, trying to wash off the shame of sucking five Black cocks and being blackmailed with pictures of all of it.
Not only had the hotel manager, Calvin, made me vow to service him as 'his cocksucker' whenever I would come to town; he made me swear my allegiance to Black cock and my services to '*********** friends'. The most humiliating part of that was Calvin had given me an out. If I could suck his cock and not get hard, he would free me from the blackmail. Despite having already come twice in the previous hour, I did not even get him in my mouth before I failed.
As I showered, just the thought of that first moment in the theater, when I took Markus into my mouth, my cock stirred uncontrollably. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Ken!" I growled. "There must have been something in that joint!"
When he came in my mouth, the taste was bittersweet and slightly metallic. It didn't taste particularly appealing, but I wanted it all. Then they ordered me to service Malik. I recalled telling myself, I'm bigger than both of them, trying to convince myself of my manhood. When I finished him, a random Black cock was presented. It was bigger than mine without doubt, and I took it, trying to take the entire length in my mouth, as some twisted challenge.
My cock was so hard after that, the young man who turned out to be Calvin's ex-roommate, made me jack-off and beg for his black dick, before he let me suck his. I made every one of them come and swallowed what they let me. Two of them shot their load onto my face and head, to humiliate me further.
When I finally got back to the hotel, Calvin greeted me with pictures, as his ex-roomie had taken ones of all of it. And with that, I swore my allegiance as 'his cocksucker', and to finalize the deal, he was the fifth blowjob of the night.
Did I mention, I'm engaged to beautiful Lexie Jones, and once the business takes off, we had planned to set the date? The meeting the next day would be the first major leap to profitability and the success we had dreamed about.
Unfortunately, that all took a back seat to the pending return of Markus and Malik. Markus had informed me he would be coming by for my cherry and Malik wanted 'more too'.
Calvin, the too-kind hotel manager, informed me that he promised them my services for one hour. And if I complied, he would make sure Lexie didn't stumble upon the photos of me sucking random dicks in an old porn theater.
With that in mind, I found myself taking Calvin's advice and prepping my asshole for its first visitor. The first soapy finger was surprisingly painful, but going from one to two was somehow easier. The third was bearable.
As the final exercise, I used half of the plastic tube my toothbrush travelled in. It was about a full inch in diameter with flat ends, each with a small drain hole in the center. I took some of the lube Calvin left me and slowly worked it in. As I knelt naked on my bed, slowly fucking my asshole with a plastic tube, the pain dissipated, and I began to feel my cock stir. And just as my mind began to think, I was going to get through this, the knock on the door shocked me back to reality.
I pulled the tube out of my ass, heart racing. I tossed the tube into the drawer, left the lube on the bed, in hopes he might use it, and headed for the door. The peephole revealed it was Malik and Markus, both smiling.
In a moment of panic, I froze there. I was naked and semi-hard. The thought of opening the door and letting two strangers back into my life seemed absurd to say the least. I stepped back from the peephole and stood with my back to the wall, as if they could somehow see inside.
A second knock, a bit harder, startled me, but I continued to ignore them. After a moment, a third knock came, even harder. The fourth knock was followed by a yell.
"Ken Prichard? You ordered two Black cocks. We're here."
My heart pounded in my chest, as I remained silent.
"Ken Prichard, your Black dicks are here, time to eat, White boy!" he yelled, even louder.
I couldn't let that continue and opened the door, half-hiding behind it as they entered.
"Kenny, I was startin' to think you might not let us in. Glad to see you're ready to serve," said Markus, looking me up and down.
They each had a can of beer and Malik handed me his as he pulled another off the six-pack plastic straps.
I took it and chugged the three-quarter-full beer. I welcomed the distraction and hoped to recharge my buzz.
"Are you gonna invite us in, bra?"
I stuttered, and looked toward the chair, "Come in..."
They sat on the end of the bed, side by side and smiled at me. Malik held out another beer and I popped it open, and took another big gulp.
Markus smiled and teased, "We heard how you helped out our friends at the theater. Did you really jack-off, begging for more dick, Kenny?"
They both sat legs spread sipping their beers, smiling smugly at me, as I stood naked and awkward, like a piece of meat in front of them.
"Turn and show me that ass, Kenny," commanded Markus.
Somehow, there was relief in not having to look at them, knowing I was powerless to stop what was coming. Lexie could never know what I did, or it would be over. I gulped more beer, as I heard Malik light a joint and take a toke.
"Wanna hit this before I hit that ass, Kenny?" asked Markus. "On your knees, bitch."
Apparently, the small talk was over. I turned around and Markus was leaning back on his elbows, legs spread. "These pants aren't gonna take themselves off White boy. Time to earn your keep, cocksucker."
That was the moment that name really seemed to hit home. I chugged the last of the beer for a bit of courage, as I obediently stepped forward and dropped to my knees between his spread legs. My own cock betrayed me again, and I could feel its weight growing as it filled with blood, pumping from my racing heart, at the thought of taking their black poles into my mouth again.
I knee-stepped closer and reached for the button on his jeans. As I gripped the button, I tried to remember if he was wearing a belt earlier, but neither one was then. My eyes were locked on the bulge in his pants, not wanting to look him in the face.
It was all so surreal, I undid the button with my right hand as my left pressed up the length of his boner through the jeans. Malik held the joint to my mouth as my lips touched his fingers and I inhaled the joint, thankful for the coming numbness it would provide. I wanted them in my mouth again, there was no denying it. My cock was stiff at the thought.
Markus hummed and let his head roll back, before Malik handed him the joint. He hit it and smiled at me arrogantly as he exhaled.
"Stand up and show us your boner, cocksucker," ordered Markus.
I could feel my face flush as he handed the joint to Malik. I did as commanded, and my cock hung forward pointing to the ceiling at about a forty-five-degree angle. I tried to remind myself; I was bigger than both of them, but it could not overshadow the humiliation of knowing that I was the one naked. I was the one with the uncontrollable hard-on and would be back on my knees in a moment, sucking their cocks on command, while my bigger dick throbbed for relief. I was the one, who would soon give him my virginity as he fucked me in the ass, like a movie-theater cockwhore.
"Shit, Kenny, you really want it in that ass, don't you boy?"
Not sure why I felt compelled to answer, but I did. "Yes, sir," I said, meekly.
"Knees, Kenny, time for round two. You really expect us to believe you've never sucked a dick before today?"
"It's true," I said, as if that would give me some sense of dignity.
I unzipped his pants and began to wiggle them as he raised his ass so I could pull them down.
"But you're gonna beg to suck my cock, like you did Denzel at the theater?"
Every taunt had my mind wanting to push back and walk away, but my cock throbbed in anticipation of tasting him again, feeling his stiffness inside me, hearing him groan as I would make him come in my mouth.
And then the latest obsessive thought, I was imagining the feeling of his hot hardness in my ass, while I sucked Malik's cock.
"You've never taken it in the ass?"
"No, sir," I replied, truthfully.
I thought to myself, except for the toothbrush tube I shoved in my ass earlier.
"I was your first dick?"
"Yes, sir."
"And after one taste, you're a sissy-faggot cocksucker, who wants it in the ass?" he snickered.
"No, I mean, I'm not gay. I'm engaged..." I said, in a pathetic defense, that I immediately regretted.
"Wonder what White boys think is gay?" laughed Malik, as the joint hit my lips again. I hit it and felt the intense high take me again.
With that, I could justify, it wasn't really me that was kneeling before a stranger, hard as a rock at the sight of his black cock. It wasn't really me needing to taste him as my tongue made him bigger and harder. Whatever they put in that joint had done something to me and when I sobered up, I would be back to normal.
Since I wasn't really myself, I let myself surrender to the high. His pants reached his ankles, but his shoes were still on. My altered brain needed the pants off so I could kneel between his spread legs and service his dick completely. I quickly bowed down and untied his shoes and yanked them off.
The pungent scent of his feet reminded me of the man scent of the cocks I had serviced in the theater, and another wave of lust tingled through my body. I yanked the pants off and tossed them aside before raising back up to hands and knees to move in and taste his cock again.
Markus smiled down at me as Malik watched patiently, waiting his turn. I wondered how many times they had done this before, but felt powerless to resist them. My cock ached as I looked at his semi-flaccid dick hanging down over his balls, tilting left as it hung.
It was my first real look at his cock, as the theater had been dark, and he had shoved it in my mouth so quickly. His pubes looked like they had been trimmed, as his bush was short with tight curls, in a well-groomed triangle.
His balls were speckled with kinky black hairs and his skin looked golden brown. I watched his shaft slowly raise up as he stiffened before my eyes. The fog of the pot seemed to make time stand still as I crawled slowly closer.
I thought about what to do first, suck his head in my mouth and feel him stiffen inside me or start with my tongue on his balls and drink in his salty, sweaty flavor, slowly.
His dick rose and pointed toward me before rolling left on its way to attention. His balls in full view, had my mouth watering and my tongue decided, balls first. The rim on his mushroom head was less pronounced than mine, I noticed as my tongue extended toward his balls.
"Hold up. White boys need to beg for Black dick," he said, sternly.
I cringed slightly, but the pot was my out. I looked at Malik, and he put the joint back to my lips.
"This'll help, cocksucker," he teased, and I took a deep hit and held it, staring at Markus's manhood.
When I finally released it, the smoke wafted over his cock as I gave in completely.
"Please let me kiss your balls, Markus," I said, leaning closer, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"That sound straight to you, White boy? You gonna kiss your fiancée with that mouth?" Markus said, with a laugh.
"Next time you kiss the ho, you'll be feeding her our cum," teased Malik.
I shut that out of my mind and resolved to get it over with and get rid of them.
"Please let me taste your black cock. I need it in my mouth again."
"Better cocksucker, but don't forget Malik. You're gettin' a twofer tonight, bitch."
Malik grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. I repeated the process with him, only taking the shoes first that time. When I pulled his pants and boxers off, he was hairier, and darker skinned.
His cock was hard and the rim on his head more pronounced than Markus's. I sat up on my knees, touching their feet with my knees unsure who to service first.
"Can I please touch your cocks?" I said, eyes darting from one to the other.
"Black cock's bitch. You bow to Black cock," Marcus corrected.
"Can I please touch your black cocks," I begged. My cock could pound nails at the thought of one in each hand. "They look so hard, please."
"You think your fiancée would think you sound straight right now?" Malik threw a dagger with those words.
"Please don't talk about her..."
"Bitch, stand up!" Markus barked, with a slap to the head.
I stood and he called me closer. As commanded, I stepped between his legs with a full hard-on for them to see. He gripped it and stroked, causing me to moan uncontrollably.
"Do you get this hard from your fiancée before you even touch her, Kenny?" He stroked harder and I was already on the verge. He stopped and looked at me. "I asked you a question, Kenny?"
My hips started rocking to fuck his hand and he let go, looking at me, waiting for an answer.
"Look at his dick throbbin'" said Malik, as he gripped me. "You wanna come White boy?"
"Yes, please. Ah!"
"Does your fiancée make you this hard?" asked Malik, as he stopped stroking.
"No, please!" I barked, frustrated and humiliated.
"No what?" he goaded.
"Lexie, doesn't make me this hard! Please!"
Malik released my throbbing cock.
"Was that so difficult, White boy? Now, worship our Black dicks, bitch. On your sissy-faggot knees." Malik spread his legs.
I looked at Markus, who was looking at me, pathetically, and he darted his eyes, signaling me to service Malik as commanded.
His cock was at full attention, his balls drawn in tight and his sack hairless, despite a full bush and hair surrounding his balls and inner thighs. His skin was darker, and the rim of his cockhead was pronounced and glistening from the skin being stretched so tightly.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and as I leaned in; I wrapped my arms under his thighs and gripped them for balance. His scent was strong and when my tongue touched his ball sack, Markus grabbed my left hand from Malik's thigh and put it on his boner.
I moaned, as I gripped his hot hardness while my tongue swirled on the underside of Malik's nuts. With each breath, his scent seemed to force more blood into my oozing cock. I felt the pre-cum dripping down my shaft as I serviced two Black cocks at once.
Malik's shaft was perfectly cylinder from base to head, about one-and-a-half times the diameter of the tube that I had in me earlier. It was dark black and smooth, with some small veins visible on the sides, and a slightly raised ridge running its length.
It's hard to explain the feeling I got from touching their cocks, but feeling the hot hardness, shot a tingling to my balls that I had never quite felt before. Their hardness supercharged my boner to the point I thought I might spontaneously come.
I opened my mouth and coated his balls with my saliva, as I licked every bit of his sack, and traced my tongue through the ring of hair surrounding them. His taste was strong in the creases between balls and thigh, and his groans excited me beyond words.
Then I pressed my flattened tongue against his hardness and dragged my tongue up his length, blanketing that ridge as I savored his salty flavor.
My hand gripped Markus's hard cock and stroked it firmly and deliberately, wanting them both in my mouth. When I got to the tip of Malik, I turned my head sideways and saddled his shaft with my lips and slid them back down, swirling my tongue as I worked back to his balls.
I felt like I never wanted it to end, as their cocks energized every cell in my body. I licked and lipped my way up and down his length, tonguing his balls at the bottom and pressing my tongue against his sensitive tip, savoring his pre-cum before repeating the process.
Then I focused on his tip, pressing my tongue against him, and moving my head in tiny circles as he moaned. As his groans grew more urgent, I plunged him in, needing to taste his cum. I relaxed my throat and after a few bobs, I could feel his pubes on my lips. I was moaning as loudly as him, as my cock throbbed relentlessly.
It was difficult to focus on the cock in my hand, but I had a death grip on it stroking him hard. His pre-cum coated his tip, lubing his shaft. I whimpered as my head moved at remarkable speed.
"Easy, Kenny, not yet bra," said Malik, as he pulled me off.
"You're gonna wanna get me good and lubed, Kenny," said Markus, as he spread his legs.
I panted, as I got myself under control. Saliva coated my chin and Malik's cock glistened from tip to balls.
I backed up on all fours and moved between Markus's legs. Without hesitation, I leaned closer to service him, until he stopped me.
"Easy, cocksucker. Tell me what you want, and I'm guessing fucking Lexie ain't it right now."
I hated when he talked about her, but my cock felt like it would pop, if I didn't get some relief.
"Please, let me lick you black balls and suck your cock 'til you come in my mouth..."
"I already had your mouth, cocksucker," teased Markus.
The reason for his return hit home, as I knew what was coming next. No pun intended.
"I want to feel you big black dick in my ass, please." I could hardly believe the words, but God help me, it was true.
Feeling my taint tighten with the tube in my ass earlier had felt strangely good, and I wanted to know how it would feel with his hot cock, instead. My taint was as hard as steel at that moment.
"Are you a sissy White faggot for Black cock, Kenny."
"Yes! Please let me lube your cock for my ass, Markus."
"What are you, Kenny?" The humiliation continued.
"I'm a sissy-faggot White bitch for Black cock."
"Come git it, cocksucker." He leaned back and his ass pushed to the edge of the bed.
This time, I gripped Malik's cock, without being told, before I licked Markus's balls.
I did the same to him, licking every crevice and crease around his glorious cock. I hummed and moaned as I savored the flavor of his manhood as well. He seemed a bit less salty, as I slowly coated him with my saliva. His shaft widened just below the head and then slowly narrowed down until about an inch from the base.
I licked the length of his shaft, slowly and deliberately, pressing my tongue firmly against his hardness. Eventually, I focused on the tip. There was something liberating about feeling his reaction when my tongue pressed against that sensitive spot on the front of his cockhead.
Malik's cock was as hard as nails, but my saliva was beginning to rub off as I continued to stroke him with my hand. Marcus, however, was getting thoroughly lubed as I began to plunge him into my mouth, moaning with pleasure as I pushed him deeply into my throat.
"Fuck, Kenny, you're a hungry cocksucker. Ah!" he grunted.
I took that encouragement and bobbed faster, throat-fucking him until I took him all, whimpering like a little bitch, as saliva gushed from my mouth. I could hear the sloshing sound as I fucked his cock with my throat.
When I sensed him getting close, he pulled out and stood up.
"On the bed, hands and knees, bitch."
The inevitable had finally arrived. Markus was taking my cherry.
"Ass here, head there," he commanded, as he pointed.
Malik took position for my mouth, as I climbed onto the bed. I quickly grabbed the lube and tossed it toward Markus.
Unfortunately, Calvin was right. Markus was not interested in pausing for lube.
I crawled into position and Malik wasted no time shoving his cock in my mouth. Markus first lay his boner in between my ass cheeks and rubbed himself up and down my crack; I could feel my saliva coating my crack as he rubbed against me. Then he gripped his cock and started aligning his head with my asshole.
Markus had two hands on my head, steadily fucking my mouth and I moaned onto his cock, happy to feel his hardness in my hungry mouth.
I grunted as Markus wiggled and shoved his cock against my tight asshole. The pain was intense, but he continued to push harder, wiggling slightly to work it in. As the head finally pushed through, my sphincter seemed to relax a little.
He pulled slightly out and then back in, a little deeper each time.
"It's in there, Kenny, good little bitch. I think he likes it, Malik," he sighed, as I felt his balls touch my taint.
After several strokes, the pain was nearly gone, and as the uncomfortable feeling of a reverse shit seemed to pass, I could feel the stimulation of the nerve endings in my ass as he slowly fucked me.
"You like this, bitch?" Markus taunted.
I gave him the answer he wanted to hear, with a mouth full of cock, "Mes, ease."
But it was becoming a definite maybe, as it began to feel better and better.
"Please what, bitch?"
"Uck me, lease!"
With that, he raised himself up and began to fuck me for real, at a downward angle and a hand on each hip to hold me steady.
Both had me firmly in hand, and fucked me harder and deeper, balls slapping my face and ass with each thrust.
Malik gave me a quick head slap. "Teeth!"
I quickly pulled my lips in covering my teeth and heard his moan of approval.
"Yes, much better, cocksucker!" he groaned.
My boner thumped my stomach, as Markus began to pound my ass, and my balls felt a growing tingle I had never felt before!
I moaned onto Malik's cock, filled at both ends with pounding hard heat, as my cock dripped with pre-cum.
Suddenly, the tingling sensation grew, and I groaned in broken hums between throat poundings. My cock throbbed as Markus pounded my prostate and I lost control. My grunts grew louder, as I felt my balls pumping an almost steady stream of cum that dripped onto the bed. I never imagined coming without being touched and struggled to keep my balance and focus as I came from the inside.
Markus's grunts intensified as his own orgasm hit. "Fuck, Kenny, coming in your White-boy ass!" He let out a series of low grunts as he seeded my ass.
Malik took the signal to pound my throat even faster, pushing himself over the edge. I hummed and swallowed as he shot several jets of cum into my mouth and throat.
"Mu hu, mu hu." I nodded as cum and saliva ran down my chin. I snuck quick breaths as Malik's pace slowed as did Markus's. I moaned and gasped as I recovered but savored the feeling of being filled from both ends.
"Been a while since we split a White bitch," joked Malik.
"Never seen one come like that," replied Markus.
"You like that in your ass, Kenny? I never knew a straight boy could come from getting fucked in the ass. I bet Lexie'd be proud."
I did not respond, but suddenly felt awash in shame, as the cum continued to drip from my softening cock. The thought of Lexie seeing me at that moment was terrifying.
After a few moments, Malik pulled out and I breathed freely, catching my breath as Markus continued to fuck my ass slowly. It was still surreal, as the feeling of him sliding slowly in and out felt right, somehow. When he pulled out, there was a feeling of emptiness that quickly faded as he shocked me again.
"Bring me that mouth, cocksucker," commanded Markus, with a hard slap to the ass.
I turned, as the sting intensified, and I was suddenly faced with his glistening cock.
"Clean me, bitch!" he ordered, and gripped my hair and shoved his dick against my mouth. "Open!"
I cringed, but did as commanded and he shoved himself in my mouth to the hilt. He had started to soften so taking him all was easier. The taste was tangy, as the feel of his heat in my mouth pushed the shock and shame aside, and I instinctively began to bob my head on his cock, stretching him as I pulled off, then feeling him fold in my mouth as my lips touched his balls.
"Easy, Kenny. You've got a big day tomorrow. Focus, cocksucker. We need you to win the business, so you can come back and be our bitch! You'll never forget your first, and I popped both cherries," bragged Markus.
Somehow, that made me want to suck him harder, but reality lingered, and I did need to focus on the meeting. I whimpered when he pulled out, and let his semi-hard cock drop, swaying before me.
There I was on the bed, hands and knees, watching them dress, unable to speak. I rolled over onto my side, trying not to make eye contact as they finished dressing.
Malik handed me the roach from the joint after lighting it back up. "Here ya go, bitch."
I took it and hit it hard.
"'Til next time, straight boy," taunted Markus.
They laughed as they stepped out and the door closed behind me. I could hear them giggling as they walked down the hall.
I lay there on the hotel bed, staring at the puddle of cum I had left on the spread, after no one had even touched my cock. I would never have thought it possible before that night. The other oddity of it was, it seemed to flow out in a steady stream rather than the jetting blasts of a 'normal' orgasm. I wondered if that was how a prostate-pounding climax always was, or if it was due to the fact I had already come twice.
As I contemplated sucking cocks and prostate climaxes, it suddenly returned to my conscious mind-- the next day was going to be the biggest sales pitch of my life, and the future of our business hung in the balance. I felt spent and shell-shocked and finished the joint.
I could feel the air cooling my gaping asshole after being ass-fucked for the first time. Not only had I been ass-fucked but also face-fucked at the same time. A maneuver, I later came to know as being spit-roasted.
It was all too much, and I needed to finish the joint, to let the numbing fog take my thoughts and shut out everything. I lay flat on my back, eyes closed and let my mind drift through the white noise the pot brought to my brain. The darkness and the white noise were a welcome distraction. The beauty of weed was, the simplest things can occupy your mind, and it makes you feel like you'd just been brought into existence, and every sensation was new.
I was not sure how long it was, but for some time, there was darkness and the sounds of the air-conditioning unit and occasional voices in the hall. There was no presentation in the morning, no thought of what had just happened, just the wonderment of darkness and how pronounced the sounds seemed to be in the absence of light.
My brief escape was shattered by the ringing of my cell phone. It was a Chicago area code, so I answered.
"Ken speaking."
"Kenny, glad you can still speak, buddy," said Calvin, cheerily. "Markus and Malik seemed happy. Said you were too. Good job, cocksucker. Are you whipped, or do you want to finish what that hungry mouth started?"
I was stunned for a moment, as my mind tried to grasp what he had said. Then it occurred to me, he had been getting quite hard again after he came in my mouth. I sucked his cock dry and as he grew harder, I had thought he might come again, but instead, he had pulled out and told me to prepare for Markus and Malik. There was a moment of disappointment when he had done so.
It was pathetic, but I had a twisted sense of pride that every cock that entered my mouth had come that evening. The thought of not finishing with Calvin didn't seem right.
Lost in the fog of the pot and the lingering taste of cum, my cock began to stiffen at the thought of 'finishing'.
"Finish," I said, softly.
"Say what, Kenny? Couldn't hear you."
"I want to finish," I said, with a hint of frustration.
"What is it you want to finish, Kenny?" he taunted.
I hated that my cock stiffened as he humiliated me. "I want to finish sucking your big black dick, Calvin!" I said, angrily.
As those words came out, I recalled that the fact I was bigger than Markus and Malik somehow made me feel better. But Calvin was bigger, so that argument did not apply. Sadly, the twisted 'cocksucker' in me wanted another chance to try to take him all.
"Tell me why, Kenny."
My mind replayed the oath he made me take, that whenever I came to Chicago, I would serve his black cock and anyone else he directed me to.
"Because I'm in Chicago, where I live to serve Black cock. I want you to come in my mouth again."
"Ask nicely, Kenny."
"Please, let me suck you cock and make you come in my mouth, Calvin," I said, through gritted teeth.
"What are you, Kenny?"
"I'm your cocksucker, Calvin," I replied, repeating my earlier pledge.
I could not understand what was happening to me. I blamed it on the weed, but nonetheless, it was terrifying that my cock was hard again as he made me humiliate myself.
"Excellent. Now open the door, and finish the job, cocksucker," he commanded.
I rolled off the bed and saw the puddle of drying cum. I thought about trying to clean it, but feared making him wait. The last thing I wanted was more attention brought to my room that other guests might overhear.
I opened the door, shielding myself from passersby. Calvin stepped in with a big grin. His straight white teeth seemed almost glowing in contrast to his dark skin. He walked in and set a little black duffle on the table.
"I see you're happy to see me, cocksucker," he said, walking toward the bed.
As he approached the bed, he stopped. "Wow, Kenny, you really did a number on our bedspread."
He looked at the corner of the bed for a moment, apparently examining it for bodily fluids. Then he turned, unbuckled his pants and pushed them down below his knees and sat down. His semi-hard cock curved down, hanging below his thighs and his foreskin covered all but the dark pink tip of his head.
"I'm behind schedule tonight, and you have a big day tomorrow, Kenny. So we'll need to be quick. If you do good tonight, we can celebrate tomorrow night and take our time."
It was as if I was in some twisted dream that wouldn't end. He spoke so matter-of-factly about everything, as if we were talking about getting together to have a beer and watch the game. But he was planning my life, as if I had no say.
Standing in front of him, unable to look him in the eye, my eyes were drawn to his cock, slowly rising, the dark pink tip slowly peeking out of the wrinkled foreskin. It glistened with pre-cum and the thought of taking it in my hand, pulling the foreskin back to reveal his smooth mushroom head possessed my weed-fogged mind.
With that thought in mind, I stepped forward and knelt before him, resting my knees on his pants, forcing them to his ankles as his knees spread. I gripped his swelling cock with both hands and stroked his length. As I pushed his foreskin lower, his head poked out, smooth and glistening with pre-cum. Then I watched the skin slide back up, engulfing it in wrinkly soft skin.
It may have been the pot, but with each stroke, I was mesmerized by the way the skin wrinkled a little differently each time. But the more I stroked, the bigger and firmer he became. When he reached full stiffness, the head remained almost completely uncovered, smooth and glistening.
Although part of me wanted to let my tongue explore every wrinkle, nook, and cranny of his cock and balls, feeling him growing fully hard again, was the perfect place to pick up where I had left off earlier. I recalled that empty feeling as he pulled his manhood out of my mouth and left me in the room waiting for Markus and Malik.
So, I plunged him back into my mouth to finish him off, as I had wanted to do earlier. My balls tingled as the sweet creamy flavor of his pre-cum coated my tongue. I whimpered and groaned as I bobbed on his cock. My right hand gripped his base as I fucked his hard-on with my mouth.
"Damn, Kenny, you are so fucking hungry," groaned Calvin. "Oh, don't fuckin' stop."
I groaned as my dick was as hard as a rock again. Something about touching cock just made me hard like never before.
Encouraged by his words, I pushed him deeper, until my lips touched my hand. Then I rose up over him and removed my hand, pushing him as deeply as I could take him. I was determined to try to take all of him.
"Oh fuck, go deep, Kenny. Fuckin' take that Black dick, cocksucker."
I groaned and nodded pushing myself to the point of gagging; saliva flowed uncontrollably, dripping onto his hairless balls. But try as I might, it was just not possible to take him all. Either way, I was determined to finish him and took a different approach.
I gripped his boner firmly with both hands and pushed his foreskin all the way back. Then I plunged the three inches of his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue and bobbing frantically.
"Oh fuck, yes!" groaned Calvin, as I sucked, swirled and bobbed, groaning onto his cock, whimpering for him to come in my mouth.
As he unleashed his jizz in hot creamy blasts, I felt his seed pump through my hands before flooding my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, and released my grip, deepthroating him again, trying to take it all, but some leaked out and ran down his shaft.
I moaned my approval as the bittersweet taste overwhelmed my taste buds. My head nodded, and I hummed, "Um hum, um hum," as his balls emptied inside me.
His hands rested on my head as his orgasm passed. He gasped and spoke panting, heavily, "Damn, Kenny. No one's ever sucked my dick that eagerly. Fuck, me," he sighed. "Oh my God."
I nodded and moaned, proud of myself in a twisted way. But as he continued to slowly fuck my mouth, I was nodding in agreement. I could honestly say, I had never received such an enthusiastic blowjob, as the one I had just delivered.
It was at that moment that I realized I was, in fact, a cocksucker. Although there would be denial to follow; deep down, that was when I knew.
The business was not in my thoughts. The craziness of that evening did not matter. In that moment, feeling him in my mouth, tasting his cum, overshadowed everything. His warm, silky-smooth cock in my mouth was my focus.
Without instruction, I continued to take him in and suck him hard as I pulled out to the tip, milking his creamy jizz from this slowly softening cock.
"Damn, Kenny, that is so good. Suck me dry and clean me up," he said, patting my head.
I hummed and nodded my compliance. As I continued my task, planning in my mind licking up the cum and saliva that coated his balls after milking his cock, he gave me my instructions, bringing me slowly back to reality.
"If it goes well tomorrow, we will celebrate at the manager's reception. Then I'm gonna get a piece of that ass." He spoke casually, again, as if it was simply a fact, and I had no say in the matter.
I hummed and nodded, mindlessly.
"After your meeting, you'll need to go to the drugstore and get a douche kit of squeeze ball with dropper, to clean your ass with."
The thought was disgusting, but I hummed and nodded.
"You will keep yourself clean at all times when at your new hotel, understand?"
I hummed and nodded, as I released his cock and began to lick his balls clean.
"I'm impressed how quickly you've accepted your new role, Kenny. I have never had a full-time cocksucker before. I promise I'll keep that White ass busy. Tonight, I'll give it a break, and you need to clean it up really good for me, all right?"
I nodded and he pulled out.
"Good boy, now stand up."
I did and my boner pointed skyward as he pulled his pants up and buckled them. When he sat back on the bed, my cock pointed over his head as I stood before him awkwardly.
"How many times have you come tonight?"
"Three times, sir," I replied.
He grabbed my boner and pulled it down, pointing it to the bed.
"Look at you," he said, smiling as he released it. It thumped against my belly. "Damn Kenny, you need to come?" he asked, with a devious grin.
I was unsure of how I should answer, but the answer was clear. "Yes sir, I need to come."
He started to stroke me, standing face to face, and I gasped, trying not to look him in the eye.
"Sucking a Black dick made you this hard, didn't it?" he asked sternly, his breath puffing in my face.
"Yes, sir," I replied, whimpering.
"How many Black cocks have you sucked tonight?"
I scrambled to remember, as my pre-cum had been oozing and lubed my boner as he stroked it. There were four in the theater, Calvin, then Marcus and Malik a second time, then Calvin a second time.
"Eight, sir, ah!"
"Easy, cocksucker. Who decides when you will come?"
"You do, sir."
"You're a respectful, cocksucker, I'll say that. Remind me to thank Markus and Malik. They have you trained well."
"Thank you, sir."
"You can call me sir from now on," he said, stroking me faster.
"Thank you, sir. Hah!" I gasped, mouth agape.
"Did I say you could come?" he asked, still stroking me.
I whimpered, trying not to blow in his hand, "No, sir!" I begged, "Please, I need to come!" knowing I could not hold out.
He stopped and released my cock. "I think you should wait 'til tomorrow to come," he said, calmly.
"Please, sir, I sucked your cock twice..."
"That's what White-boy cocksuckers do, Kenny. You already jizzed on my bedspread. Did Markus or Malik jack you off?"
"No, sir," I replied, nervously.
"Did you jack-off on my bedspread?"
"No, sir."
"Did you make them spunk on the bed?"
"No, sir?"
"What's up, Kenny? Whose jizz is it?"
"Mine, sir," I replied, sensing his frustration growing.
"So you lied to me?" he asked, angrily.
"No, sir," I replied, thinking I needed to explain or he might get pissed and tell Lexie.
"I came when Markus fucked me, sir. No one was touching me."
"Shit, Kenny, you came like a bitch getting fucked in the ass?" His tone was light and happy.
"Yes, sir. Please can I come now?" I pleaded.
He thought for a minute. "Tell you what, Kenny, if you can come without using your hands, I'm good."
I could only think of one way to do that. I did it as a teen. I humped the bed, rubbing my cock on the sheets a few times, imagining Elizabeth Berkley. 'Showgirls' was so underrated.
"Thank you, sir," I replied, as I lay flat on my stomach on the bed, avoiding the drying puddle already there.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a video camera.
"I need to see this," he said, as he started recording.
At that point, he had more than enough to ruin me, so it didn't matter.
"Why's your cock so hard, Kenny?" he teased, as I began to hump the bedspread.
"Because you just came in my mouth, sir," I replied, panting.
"What are you, Kenny?"
"I'm your cocksucker, sir," I replied, whimpering. "Please can I come?"
"Repeat your oath while you come, cocksucker."
"When I'm in... ah! Chicago, I will serve any Black cock you tell me to! Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
"How many cocks did you suck tonight, cocksucker?"
"Eight, sir! I love Black cock. AH!"
My toes were bent upwards and pressed into the mattress as I slid my body, forward and back, rubbing my boner on the semi-rough bedspread, faster and faster.
"Love Black cock! Love Black cock!" I grunted, as I shot any cum I had left onto the comforter, coating my cock as I came.
My head was turned to the side, eyes closed, as my face rubbed the spread along with my whole body. My legs stiffened as I jizzed, and when I opened my eyes, there was Calvin with the camera pointed at me, recording it all.
I lay there in my own cum, catching my breath, with him smiling. "Damn, Kenny. Thanks for that. I'm a watch that over and over. Never seen nothing like that."
I could only think of one response. "Thank you, sir."
"Put that tongue to work and clean that shit up," he said, still recording.
It was the perfect end to a night of total humiliation. He recorded me as I licked my cum off the bedspread, on hands and knees. As I lapped it up, I tried not to think about the last time it was washed.
When he felt it was good enough, he ordered me to stand up and turned off the camera. When I did, he gripped the spread and folded the corners in, removing it. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a walkie talkie.
"We have a code C bedspread in two-eleven. Can you send up a new one?"
"Roger that. Five minutes," said a voice from the radio.
"Thanks, cocksucker, I'll leave this in the hall. They'll take it when they bring the new one. Get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day. Can't wait!"
With that, he slipped out the door, leaving me scrambling for clothes before the new one arrived.
After they delivered it and remade the bed, I lay down, staring at the ceiling, trying to grasp what had just happened.
Thankfully, the pot took over, and I drifted off to sleep.