First Explorations Ch. 04
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"Good boy," Vince chuckled. "I knew you could do it. Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."
Without further delay, I opened wide and Vince's inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.
"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some of this meat down your virgin throat," Vince ordered.
He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Vince's hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more cock down my challenged throat.
"That's it faggot," Vince yelled as he pulled his nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen very well. My fucking dog follows instructions better than you."
He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt, yanking it off.
"Put your hands together behind your back," he ordered as he looped the braided belt around my wrists and fastened it tightly, effectively immobilizing my hands. He held the end of the belt, a leash by which he could further control and limit my movements.
"You won't be using those hand any more faggot," he barked. With a sharp tug on the belt, he ordered, "Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my fly."
With additional work and instruction, I freed his large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Vince's hard cock lay heavily across my exposed head.
"You ready to try working that big cock back down your throat, bitch?" Vince continued.
"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my throat.
"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your faggot tongue," Vince ordered as he waggled his enormous phallus handsfree back and forth across my face, slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly. Letting out a hearty chuckle, Vince grabbed my head in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.
Several inches were rammed down my throat, and with my hands effectively immobilized and my head locked by Vince's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster, Vince kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what seemed like several minutes, although it must have been no more than thirty seconds.
Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Vince withdrew his weapon from my tortured throat and I coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks all over the entry hall floor. The cold entry hall tiles were hell on my knees, but all I could think about was getting Vince's dick stuffed back down my throat.
Without additional warning, Vince thrust forward, several inches of spit covered steel again sliding past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch those teeth, faggot," Vince instructed as he again held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on several inches of his massive meat.
This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple of inches of Vince's cock as he maintained a constant pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty seconds, Vince withdrew, repeating this performance several more times, each effort resulting in bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.
After five minutes of this torture, I was amazed to feel Vince's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose. Somehow I had deepthroated his entire shaft. My jaw ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all Vince had to give.
"Oh, yea bitch," Vince moaned, his cock still held ball deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned how to work a real cock down your piehole, its time you learn how to suck cock."
Slowly, Vince began to fuck my now accommodating throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on the underside of my shaft," Vince ordered. "And lick my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."
My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all Vince had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under Vince's relentless pace.
"Yea bitch," Vince moaned as he held my head and fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your pussy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"
I could only moan my approval as Vince continued to drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of sweaty face fucking, Vince pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts, cuntface," he ordered.
I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling Vince's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.
"Edge it cocksucker," Vince ordered as he roughly turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it ruthlessly.
After several more minutes of deepthroating, Vince pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet. "Into my bedroom, bitch," Vince ordered, "I'm gone fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete submission."
Dragging me behind him, Vince entered the bedroom and roughly threw me down onto the bed. "On your back, faggot," Vince ordered, "and lean your head back over the edge of the bed."
As I did so, Vince stripped naked and stood over me, straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool, his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face. Vince squatted down slightly and smothered my face in his sweaty sack.
"Suck those balls bitch," Vince commanded as he continued to jerk his tool. Vince leaned further forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose and mouth. "Rim my hole, cocksucker," Vince moaned as I used my tongue to explore his anus.
"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Vince exhaled as I buried my tongue as far up his pooper as I could.
After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass, Vince stood back, "You keep that up faggot and I'm gone loose my load. And I know you don't want me to waste a load, do you bitch?"
"No sir," I croaked, my throat still sore and my voice unsteady.
"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker?" Vince enquired wickedly.
"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard to earn.
"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and open up that throat, cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a pussy and blow this spooge straight down your gullet."
With my hands still tied behind my back, I was helpless. Vince put his hands under my neck and tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up the precum still leaking from his piss slit.
With a grunt, Vince shoved his cock down my throat till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking, I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was near eruption.
With one last deep thrust, Vince held his cock stuffed down my piehole and with an earth shattering grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting straight down my throat. As I began to gag and sputter, Vince pulled his slick rod from my mouth and continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering down my belly and glazing my still rockhard boner.
"Fuck yea, buddy," Vince exhaled as the current from his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from Vince's semi-hard cock as it sagged against my cum coated mug.
As Vince collapsed on the bed, he reached down and unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job, cocksucker," he conceded. "You can go into the bathroom and squeeze out your load if you want."
I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumbled into the bathroom to masturbate.
After five or six quick strokes, my cock exploded, erupting long ropes of sticking jizz three or four feet, all over the sink, counter, and mirror, as I relived the unbelievable experience of being dominated by Vince.
As I slumped against the counter, I looked up to see Vince watching me from the door, slowly squeezing his now limp dick. "Well buddy, you did pretty fucking good for a newbie. Sorry if I got a little carried away, but I told you I like to be aggressive and really dominate my cocksuckers. Marsha would cut off my balls if I tried that shit with her."
"No problem, buddy," I replied, happy to have received a good grade but bummed that the sexual tension that had made me Vince's cocksucking bitch was no longer in the air. I had really enjoyed submitting to Vince's demands and would have happily reenacted the scene right now if Vince had ordered me to my knees.
"I'm gonna jump in the shower and get ready to go skiing," Vince smiled. "It's against my policy, but you are invited to join me if you want."
Vince ducked into the shower and without hesitation I followed him. Vince was staying in the master suite and the shower was a big double stall with several shower heads and a tiled bench.
As we soaped up, I turned to Vince, "Man, that was fucking intense.
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