Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

As I sat at the table in the middle of the mall, I couldn’t help but notice the guy looking my way out of the corner of my eye. I thought that perhaps he was watching me make a mess out of myself. The sub I was feasting on was my first meal of the day and the sandwich shop had a habit of overstuffing their tuna subs.

It was a crazy time in my life. I had been shot down by so many girls lately that I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get a girl to call my own. I was a scrawny kid with long brown hair, rather shy, and had insisted on moving out of my parents house the minute I turned eighteen. It had become a real struggle to make ends meet, and I really didn’t know anyone in this new town that I had chosen to start my life in. I didn’t seem to have the great life that my older brother Tommy had fallen into back home.

My eyes darted back to the man staring my way several times as I finished my sandwich and fries. For some reason, I noticed my prick was getting hard as I wondered again what he was looking at. Then it hit me; perhaps the man was gay and was checking me out as his next conquest. I often got looks from men that I put up to my long hair. I had fantasized many times about what it would be like to get hit on by some guy, and at the height of my masturbation workouts, I would imagine what it would be like to be forced to service their needs and desires. For some reason it seemed slightly more possible to have sex with a guy than with a girl with the luck I was having so far.

As I got hornier wondering what this stranger might be thinking about, I became quite nervous when I thought about how I might behave if he were indeed checking me out. Suddenly, I wanted to find out just what the stranger across the row of tables was really after. I looked him in the eye and he stared directly back at me. His fixed stare made me more nervous. I swept my trash together and headed for the trash can to free myself from his eyes. I turned to take one last quick look his way before heading off to browse some stores. He was now standing, but still looking my way.

I walked past several stores and would glance behind me now and then only to see that he was really following me around. It was obvious to me at this point that he was in fact gay and was having fun playing some game with me. I decided that I wanted to see just how far this man would pursue me. I walked aimlessly, checking out my stalker more than actually looking at anything in the store windows. I had to admit to myself that the hardness in my pants was keeping me somewhat intoxicated sexually. When I realized that I needed to take a piss, I headed for the bathrooms back where I had first noticed I was getting checked out. For some naïve reason, I never even thought that he might follow me into the bathroom. So, as I stood at the urinal, I was rather surprised to see the man standing there when I turned to see who had come into the restroom.

I quietly had a nervous breakdown as it seemed that the steady stream coming from me would never end. The man stood beside me at the next urinal and began to do his business. Feeling his eyes boring a hole into me, I turned and looked up to see him staring at my prick. For some reason that got me horny knowing that he was looking at my cock. I took quick glances his way as I finished and his smile intrigued me. Suddenly, I wasn’t in such a hurry to leave.

When I managed to work up a nervous smile, he reached over and ran his hand down the front of my pants until he pushed my own hand away and held my cock between his thumb and fingers. Despite how perverse of an act this was, it was so nice finally having anyone’s hand on my crotch besides my own. He fingered me a little as I glanced towards the bathroom door. I wasn’t protesting his touching me, thus giving him the encouragement he needed to continue fondling me. I became aware of my labored breathing when I felt his hand on mine. He pulled it to his own cock and wrapped my hand around it.

As fearful as I was over the mix of possibly getting caught and actually touching another man’s cock, I couldn’t help but relish the feel of his hardness. He had become fully erect at feeling me up. His size and hardness made me week in the knees. I began wondering what this all meant; was I gay to allow another guy to feel my cock, or worse, to be holding his in my own hand now. It amazed me that I wasn’t pulling away from him at all. All this new experimentation going on had me mesmerized in the wonderment of the moment.

Then we heard the outer door open and snapped back to reality as we each pulled ourselves together. The man went to wash his hands as I hurried from the room trying to get away from the wave of fear that had just wafted over me as I brushed past the new man that came into the bathroom. I started to walk through the mall again, all the time fantasizing in my mind over what had just happened to me. I even went as far as to smell my hand to see what the man’s cock smelled like. After I took a quick sniff, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed me doing this peculiar motion. To my amazement, the man was standing only a couple of feet behind me.

He came even closer and introduced himself as Brian. Somehow I responded that my own name was Jesse. He took a quick look around and told me to follow him. I was blown away by my own actions, because as he turned and walked away, I followed him. What in the hell was I doing? I had no idea what he wanted, or where I was following him to. I finally had a chance to size him up a little. He was about six feet two, had short jockish looking hair, appeared to be in his early thirties and looked rather sturdily built. I thought about how hard his cock had felt in my hand and realized how well it fit the rest of his body. My own size was several inches shorter, about eighty pounds lighter, and rather skinny to say the least. The one thing I didn’t get was that this guy certainly didn’t look gay at all.

We arrived at the exit doors and I hesitated to follow him out into the parking lot. He assured me it was okay and that he simply wanted to be able to talk to me a bit. I figured there wasn’t anything to worry about with that, so I continued following him. He led me to a car in the middle of the lot and leaned against it. I guessed it had to be his car.

As I sheepishly looked towards the ground, he asked me if I wanted to continue our little adventure and experimentation. All I could manage was a shrug of the shoulders. With that, he told me he had a discreet place we could go and told me to hop in his car. He promised he’d bring me back and that he had no intention of hurting his new friend. It had been quite a while since I had been referred to as anyone’s friend, so that really put me at ease. Curiosity and my horniness outweighed my common sense, so when he opened the passenger door for me, I got in.

I knew I was in such a risky situation as Brian walked around the back of the car to get in. As he backed out of the parking area, he told me not to worry. He said how it was obvious to him that I had never done anything like this before and that he would stay within my limits. I admitted that I had never touched a man before and that I wasn’t sure of what to expect. Just before pulling out of the parking lot, he stopped and looked at me. He asked if I really wanted to find out what it was all about. I thought for a moment and somberly nodded my head for him.

Not wanting to reveal my nervous and squeaky voice, I tried to keep from talking at all. I thought that he would be driving to a dark place off the side of the road, but instead he drove about a mile away to a residential section of the area and pulled into the driveway of a single home. I was about to say that I didn’t want to go inside as fear of being behind closed doors with this guy was the dumbest thing in the world I could ever imagine myself doing. But he did the one thing that forced me to capitulate to his desire; he rubbed his hand over my crotch and told me he’d be very nice to me. My cock responded so quickly to his touch that I opened the door instantly.

Brian led me into his house and shut the door behind me. Waves of mixed fright, fear, and sexual attraction washed over me as I heard the lock click into place. He turned and held me by my upper arms for a moment, then told me not to be afraid. I couldn’t look at him. Then it all began in earnest. His hands reached for the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it over my head. I felt so tiny next to this guy that was the first person since I was a kid to remove any of my clothing. I was frozen in my spot and was anxious at the realization that we were still standing right there in the hall next to the front door. Then he started to unbuckle my pants and unzip me. My hands instinctively covered his, but I noticed I wasn’t really trying to stop his hands. At this point I flashed back to a time in my life when a man had actually molested me as a kid. The difference in our sizes made me feel like a little kid again.

As he fumbled my pants open, he pushed them down and I could feel his hands rubbing over the cheeks of my ass. He was pushing both my pants and underwear towards the floor in one long sweep. His hands felt huge on my small cheeks and I began melting into a frenzy of uncontrolled horniness as my cock got as hard as it had ever been in my life. Then his words brought me to the reality of my present situation. He said, “I like my cocksuckers to be in the nude as they perform for me.”

I started to shudder with fear as I realized that this wasn’t the mutual thing I had been expecting, but rather I was there to take care of his needs specifically. Though as a kid I had gone through all the normal learning experiences experimenting with friends, I had never really sucked on a man’s cock before. My shuddering must have been giving my fear away to him, as he told me that I would be fine and that he wouldn’t hurt me in any way. He asked me if this was going to be my first blowjob and I nodded my head ‘yes’. I noticed too late that by nodding, I had sort of agreed to his efforts.

Brian knelt on one knee as he fidgeted at removing my shoes and socks so he could finish removing my pants. He proclaimed that in the future he would expect his new blowboy to remove his own clothes. As I looked down at the top of his head, I noticed my cock was stiffer than ever and that I couldn’t figure out if I should be scared more about the impending blowjob I had been informed I‘d be giving, or the fact that he referred to me as his new blowboy. Did he really expect me to allow myself to be subjected to this treatment a second time?

As Brian stood up, he traced the palm of his hand up my inner thigh and cupped my crotch in his hand. He made a few milking motions on my cock and I became aware that I was leaking a little precum. Here I was, standing in front of a fully dressed man roughly twice my size, fully nude and unable to protest anything he was doing to me. He pulled me to him by my ass cheeks and humped himself against me. I felt so very small and out of control. I also felt the hardness of his cock pushing into my bare belly.

I felt his hands trace up my sides until they rested on my shoulders, and then he applied pressure to them to motion me to my knees. He wanted me to start the one thing that every kid in the world grew up fearing… becoming a cocksucker. I resisted and he told me I hadn’t protested so far, so I certainly couldn’t now. That, in his words, would make me a “cock-tease”. His voice was forceful and certainly implied that he wasn’t going to give me any choice. I questioned the fact that we were still right next to his front door. His only reply was, “You want me to open it while you suck me off?” I quickly shook my head, and let his hands finally guide me to my knees.

This man who was about to force me into giving my first blowjob seemed so huge as I fell to my knees. He pulled my head into his crotch to rub himself against my face. Then he tilted my head by my chin so as to look up at him and said, “Get to work boy.”

I was frightened beyond any place I had ever been before, and tried to speak in disagreement, but he rubbed his hands through my long hair and scrunched my hair in his hands until it pulled painfully. I finally cried out, “Okay!” and reached up for his belt. It was such a surreal feeling as I undid his pants and pulled them down. I couldn’t believe the position I had gotten myself into and that I was actually pulling another man’s pants down in preparation of giving him head. His fingers loosened their grip on my hair as I reached back up to remove his underwear. As I pulled them down, I could smell the musky meal before me, and stared at the extremely hard cock as it appeared.

His cock was thick and so much bigger than mine. The head was so smooth looking and huge, and even though there were several enlarged veins running the length of it, I was oddly attracted to its look. I couldn’t help but notice his balls were also huge, and quite hairy. He must have noticed me taking all this in, because as I looked up at him in a silent plea to release me, he just grinned.

Brian asked, “Ready to become a cocksucker, boy? Just take it slow and enjoy yourself.”

I suddenly became repulsed at what he was expecting of me and struggled to pull away from him. But his grip on my hair was still enough to control my actions and he became a bit agitated. He ordered, “You wanted it bitch, now get to work.” And with that he took a hold of his cock and rubbed it into my lips trying to get me to open my mouth. I tried twisting away from him, but as his grip pulled my hair harder, I finally complied and opened my lips slightly. That was all that he needed. He pushed the first half of his hardon between my lips and ordered me to suck.

It was hard to believe just how big his cock felt to me as I tried to open my mouth enough to keep the corners of my mouth from tearing. His cock was thick enough to stretch my mouth to its limits, and probably about seven or eight inches in length. He began a steady rhythm of humping away at my mouth, feeding me no more than the amount of his shaft that I had already accepted. He told me that he would take it easy on me since it was my first blowjob, but warned me that if I continued fighting that I would see what it felt like to get a cock pushed directly into my throat. The fear of getting my throat ripped open alarmed me and I quickly wanted to comply to the best of my ability.

As if sucking a man’s cock wasn’t embarrassing enough, he sought to humiliate me further by continually talking dirty about my actions. I was referred to as his boy, a cocksucker, and even his bitch over and over. My eyes started tearing up as he started humping my mouth faster. And while trying to keep from swallowing any of my own spit that was forming, it was frothing out of the corners of my mouth. Every few strokes he seemed to poke at me a little harder, which was making me moan in a gagging reflex. My head felt like little more than a melon that this guy was holding in his hands to relieve himself in. My eyes had teared up and I could feel drops running from them. His own groaning made it clear that he was getting the desired effect from me and I was only now beginning to wonder about what would happen at the end when he was ready to cum. I didn’t have to wonder long.

“My new little cocksucker is about to get his first taste of cum. You want that, don’t you? You want me to shoot it right down your throat, don’t you?”

I tried violently to pull away from his grip on me. Even though I had thought on more than one occasion about what it might feel like to have a guy come in my mouth, I certainly had no desire to have it go down my throat. I figured that if I twisted enough that I could probably keep any of it from going down, but his taunts made even more tears flow from my eyes. I felt so helpless as he continued fucking away at me. I hoped that I would be able to survive all this treatment. I pushed harder against his upper thighs to stop his penetration, but it seemed to spur him on. And then I felt the muscles in his legs tense up greatly and instinctively knew he was about to come. I fought and struggled to get away from his cock, but as I felt the warm fluid building in my mouth and his moans of satisfaction, I knew he was relieving himself in me. I had no room to force his cum out of my mouth, but it didn’t matter anyways. He warned me right then that I’d better catch it all and not make a mess of him. His tone denoted that I didn’t want to ire him, so I did the only thing I could at the moment and relaxed my head. The vicious assault of the constant pumping away at my mouth had ceased, so I relinquished my head for him to finish relieving himself.

Brian’s grip on my hair turned into a soothing rubbing motion as he complimented me on giving my first head. As I tried to keep from having to swallow any of this man’s cum, I felt sick with myself when I began to feel somewhat proud at hearing that. After what could only be described as a forced blowjob, I somehow felt proud that I had been used so successfully to help a man cum. I almost felt pleased with myself at having been good enough to make this man get his rocks off in my mouth. The realization that I had to rid my mouth of his cum came back to me and I looked up at him the best I could without dropping his softening cock from my lips. He understood I was pleading to be able to spit, so he finally pointed to a small wastebasket to the side of me.

It was such an oddly erotic feeling as I slurped off his organ. I kept my lips pursed so as not to drool a mess on him and turned to let his cum drool from my mouth into the wastebasket. I became aware of the fact that I was still without a stitch of clothing and what I had actually just gone through. I guessed that since he had gotten what he wanted from me that he would be ready to take me back to the mall now. I reached for my clothing, but he stood on them and told me that he wanted to talk first. He reached for my arm and lifted me to my feet. I tried to say something, but words just weren’t forming.

Brian started to drag me away from the front door towards the hallway. I felt so naked in his grasp and began praying that nothing else was going to happen. It hadn’t occurred to me up till this point that my mouth wasn’t the only thing that could be penetrated. It was becoming obvious to me that I was being led to his bedroom and I started to plead for him to release me and take me back to the mall. This seemed to piss him off and he pushed me up against the wall with his forearm under my throat.

“Have I hurt you so far, you little faggot? I taught you how to use your mouth and there’s not a mark on you, so shut the fuck up and stop whining.”

He pushed me into what appeared to be his bedroom and then onto the bed. I now knew that he had a temper and the thought of him calling me a faggot seemed to be the least of my problems at the moment. He finally sat down on the bed himself and asked, “So, did I hurt you or not?”

I had to respond with, “Not really, it was just disgusting.”

“Didn’t I promise that I wouldn’t hurt you? You wanted to know what giving a real man a blowjob was like and I showed you. And as it turns out, you’re really pretty fucking good at it.”

There it was again, a compliment on the disgusting skill of sucking cock. So why did I seem to feel like I just received another ultimate compliment from this guy who had just so viciously assaulted my mouth? That’s when he said the next one would go much smoother. I asked him what he meant by the next one and he said, “Give me a few minutes to recoup and then I’ll be ready for round two.”

I started to plead again but realized he really didn’t want to hear me whining, so I caught myself and just sat on the bed. Instead I figured a two way conversation would accomplish more. I wanted to know when this would all be over, and he wanted to know what giving my first head felt like. The talking was putting me more at ease, especially when I found out that he would give me a ride back to the mall as soon as I had sucked him off again. He finally got me to admit that it hadn’t been nearly as bad as I had thought it would be. And that he really hadn’t hurt me, as much as he had controlled my actions throughout. I finally admitted under his coaxing that doing it a second time wouldn’t end my life.

The thing that did bother me was that he kept referring to me as his new little cocksucker or his new toy, like I had absolutely no say in whether this situation might arise again or not. But I did notice that every time he would look away, I would catch myself sneaking a peek at his crotch. He had pulled his clothes back on (though I was made to sit on his bed waiting entirely in the nude for his next assault on me), but his erection was quite visible to me. I felt my own cock twitch every time I would check his out. Despite the humiliation and embarrassment of having just been made to suck a man’s cock, I was enthralled at knowing that I had just been made to do just that very thing. Yet, if I had a clear chance to leave, I would jump at it.

Brian told me that he expected me to meet him again and that before I left he would set up a way for us to get together again. I tried to tell him that I couldn’t ever do this kind of thing again, but he brushed off my weak attempts to show modesty. He seemed rather skilled at knowing what I wanted more than I could possibly admit out loud.

When he went to the bathroom, I sat like a frightened animal in the middle of his bed just waiting on his return. I became excited by the realization that I would soon be performing my second blowjob on the very man that I could hear pissing into a toilet just feet away. I thought about how nasty it was to have to suck on a cock that was at the moment expelling such a disgusting liquid, but then thought about the feeling that his warm cum had caused when spewed into my mouth just minutes earlier.

As soon as he returned, I was ordered to prepare my next meal. After a moment I understood that he meant that I was to remove his clothes for him. I shook like crazy as I stumbled from his bed to stand before him. Hesitating, he smoothed his fingers through my hair to get his fingers twisted within it so that he had a good hold of me. It was clearly his way of helping me get past my stage fright. I started unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it back and off his shoulders as his facial expression became rather smug at seeing me do as he wanted. Being so much larger than myself, I fell into a servitude role, especially as I saw his muscles come into view. I had seen the strength in his legs earlier as I tried to keep him from piercing me, but his upper body clearly let me know that this man could get whatever he wanted from me. I threw his shirt to the chair beside us and started undoing his pants again. And as I did that, he pulled my head forward until my mouth was positioned over his right nipple. I was ordered to suck his nipples. Being on a flat chest, I had to squeeze his chest muscles in my hands to make his nipples protrude enough to suck into my mouth. I started to see that he had quite a way of making me feel subservient to him. Having to struggle to suck upon this man’s chest as instructed made me feel rather effeminate.

When his pants were unfastened and I had them started down his legs, he again released my hair and pushed on my shoulders to get me to my knees. I struggled to remove his shoes and socks, then his pants. I only had his underwear to go, and when I sat back up on my knees to do that, I caught myself looking at his face and was disgusted with myself when I felt good at seeing him smiling smugly at me.

Having removed his underwear, I got into position for the next obvious purpose. But instead of being ordered to suck on him, he lifted me and pulled me to his hard body by gripping a cheek in each of his hands and kneading them so as to pull me into his own crotch. His cock against my own belly felt so hot and with a slight trace of wetness from the tip that made me want to be taken again.

After a couple of minutes of feeling me up and rubbing me up against his own body, he asked, “Is my bitch ready for her next go around?”

I looked up at him to see he wanted an answer, and shyly nodded my head. Seeing that the nod wasn’t good enough, I said, “Yes, sir.”

He grabbed my hand and positioned me next to the bed, then ordered me to lie down, face up and my head hanging off the end of the bed. It was uncomfortable having my head hang over the edge, but I didn’t have to wonder why the uncomfortable position for long. Brian stood by my head and fell over on top of me. His cock was right in my face and it was obvious that he wanted to fuck my mouth in a more traditional way for a man to get off. That’s when he told me to place him into my mouth and act like a “pussy”.

As soon as I took his cock into my mouth, he started a fucking motion into me. I started to freak out over the realization that I had very little control over how much of his cock would be entering me in this position. I immediately pushed against his legs to try to control his approach with me. I received continuous orders of how to please him better. And as humiliating as it was to be getting used in this fashion, he made it much worse by his verbal taunts. He referred to me as his girl, and as a great fill-in cunt for his pleasure.

The worst was when he started telling me how I would be meeting him at least a couple of times a week to service him. It was as though he cared nothing about what I would allow to happen, he was simply assuming total control over me. This time his cock was gagging me much more that the previous time and I was choking quite a bit to get a breath whenever possible. He kept telling me to simmer down and to get into the rhythm of getting my face fucked. His weight on top of me kept me totally in his control.

Then, just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take anymore and I started feeling like my mouth was being raped, he pushed himself up onto his hands at arms length. I could just barely see him looking down so as to watch what he was doing to me. I was still unable to do anything about what he was putting me through, and then he made it so much worse for me.

“This time you’re going to get a good taste of your mans’ cum. I’m gonna shove my whole load right down your throat for you. You want that, bitch?”

I tried crying out for him to stop and that I didn’t want him to do that, but he had me in a position where I couldn’t stop him no matter what he did. I could barely even muffle out any sound, let alone make a real protest. He was taking great pleasure in watching his cock go in as deep as he could work it, making my mouth drool the froth he was making from the corners of my lips.

As I was trying my hardest to just hang on and wait for him to be through with me, I heard him tell me to be a “good bitch” and take it like a “good girl”. I withered under his offensive attack on my mouth, just trying to hang on for him to finish. Then when he told me to start swallowing, I fought as hard as I could to get the head of his cock away from the entrance to my throat. I gurgled screams and thrashed my legs into the air, but he had me pinned too well to move far at all. Then I felt the warmth of his semen about the same time as his grunting made it evident that he was cumming. I gagged knowing that he was succeeding in getting his cum to go down my throat. And as if to torment me further, he pulled back a little so that the last spurts went into my mouth instead. I was out of breath and had to try to blow his cum out of my mouth from around his cock. I caught a very quick glimpse of his face and got pissed. He was sneering at his control over me and loving this attack on me way too much for me to take. As he withered to completion, I finally managed to topple him off of me and rolled over, spitting what little cum I could from my mouth.

He laughed at me and told me I’d be getting use to that. And when I tried to move, he grabbed me by my ass and kneaded my cheeks for his amusement. I was informed that I had made a great girl for him and that I would relish my new position soon enough.

Brian went to the bathroom and threw me a towel. I wiped my face and was told to clean him up as well. As I wiped the residual cum and spit from his cock and hairy balls, his attitude changed significantly. He wanted to have a conversation about what had just happened, but I just wanted to get my clothes and leave. So again he took control of me and wrestled me to the bed. He straddled my chest and pinned my arms down over my head. When I saw he was waiting for me to stop struggling, I gave up and relaxed. His cock was limp and in my face, his balls resting on my chest.

“Come on kid, now admit it. This hasn’t been all bad. You’re still not hurt, you’ve had a chance to see what pleasing a man is like, and you know you’ll be whacking off to all this in a hour.” After letting that sink in, he went on to say, “Don’t you want to have a daddy to take care of your needs? After all, I always wanted a son to turn into my personal plaything.”

This guy sitting upon my chest wore me down in the worst way over the next several minutes - he used logic. He got me to admit that he hadn’t really hurt me and taught me that semen is little more than protein that was rather harmless as long as the ‘giver’ didn’t hop around and get a STD. And he pointed out that all his taunting and calling me demeaning names was what most “blowboys” liked to hear while servicing men.

I told him I wasn’t a blowboy and didn’t like to be referred to as one. He rubbed his now half-hard prick across my lips and said, “After sucking me off twice, yes you are.” He stared at me in silence until I finally asked to go again. But he said he wouldn’t get off me until I promised to meet him again the very next day. I told him I couldn’t do this crap again, but he continued coaxing me until I agreed to meet him again. I lied to get him off me and his cock out of my face.

We walked to the foyer by the front door so I could get my clothes, and as I pulled on my underwear, Brian rummaged through my pants to get my wallet. I grabbed for it, thinking that after all this I was getting robbed. He dropped my pants and went back to the bedroom with my wallet. I pulled on my pants and hurried after him to retrieve it. When I got there, he had just finished copying my address off my license. My heart sank knowing that now he knew where I lived. He finally threw my wallet back to me and I went to finish dressing. When he came out he was smiling and fully dressed again himself. He asked if I was ready to go and I said, “Yes. And why did you take my address?”

“I just wanted to make sure I knew how to collect you if you don’t show up tomorrow.”

I hung my head knowing that I had a very big problem to confront when I got home. Before we left, he pulled me to him again and squeezed my butt cheeks as he rubbed his crotch against my belly. I hated the fact that my own cock was getting a rise from this treatment, but couldn’t deny it was happening. That’s when Brian informed me that I should call him my daddy from now on. I was starting to question his sanity, but I put it to use right off by asking, “Can we go now… daddy?”

He grinned from ear to ear and opened the door for me. We got to the mall, but before he would let me out, he made me promise to meet him again at six o’clock the next evening and to refer to him as daddy one last time.

It was strange how the minute I stepped from his car, and his grasp, how much differently I felt about what had just happened to me. I smirked to myself when I realized how right he was about one thing. I was indeed going to be whacking off very soon over the whole event. When I got home, I thought to see if he really put my license back in my wallet. He had, but as I pulled it out, I was confounded to see that it was wrapped in a twenty dollar bill. “Damn,” I thought. “That fucker on top of everything else had turned me into a fucking prostitute.”

I shucked my pants and as I lay on my bed to fist fuck myself, I couldn’t help but have one of the best personal sessions of my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about my new daddy.

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