The Warning

“Follow me. Now.” He said to me as he closed his car window.

I wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Get in your car and follow me. Now.” His window closed, and his car backed out of the parking spot.

I rushed across the pavement to the driver door of my SUV, opened it urgently, and jumped into the seat. The engine had barely caught when I engaged the transmission and pursued Dom.

I followed his coupe for about 2 miles to the gate into his neighborhood. I saw him stop at the gate and speak to the guard as I sat behind him. The guard nodded to him and opened the gate. As the man with the hypnotic cock drove through the gate, the guard motioned for me to pull forward.

“Good afternoon, Sir. He said that you were to follow him to his home, but I need to log you in as a guest. May I see your license?” he said.

After I complied, he returned my license and a parking pass to display on my dash. My host was waiting a few yards inside the gate. As I pulled forward, he proceeded into the neighborhood. Two turns later, he pulled into a driveway, paused for the garage door to open, and parked inside the garage. I parked on the street in front of the house.

The garage door closed, so I walked to the front door. I waited a few minutes. I was about to ring the bell when I heard the door unlock. Then, his voice through the doorbell instructed me to come inside and then close and lock the door behind me. I obeyed.

After I had locked the door behind me, I followed an entry hall to a great room where I saw him sitting naked, legs spread wide, and cock at full attention. With his clothes out of the way, I could see his cock and balls fully. They were glorious. His cock was easily 8.5” long and as thick as a can of beer, maybe thicker. His balls and bush were natural—not shaved or trimmed. His chest and stomach were smooth. While the muscles were not well defined, his physique was muscular. His pecs were thick and firm. His shoulders and upper arms too. His legs also bulged with just the right amount of muscle. His legs spread open, and he hooked his thumb around his cock, pulled it forward, and then released it. His long thick cock slammed back against his stomach with a very clear slap.

He saw that my eyes had locked on his cock. “Good boy. Stare at my big powerful cock. You cannot take your eyes off it.”

“Aye Sir” I responded. “But looking at it, Sir… makes me… want… to touch it.”

“I know,” he smirked. He grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it. I took a step toward him so I could get close enough to touch it. “Stop!” he barked. I obeyed and froze in my tracks. “Strip for me, boy.”

I felt my hands rise to the buttons on the front of my shirt. I opened each button, starting at the bottom of my shirt and working my way up. He smiled. Once all the buttons were open, I peeled the shirt from my torso, so he could see my flat stomach, smooth chest, and shoulders. Without looking away from his cock, I placed shirt on a chair beside me. My fingers then fumbled at the clasp of my shorts, but as soon as the button was loose, I opened the zipper, and the shorts fell to the floor. Using each foot in turn, I pulled my feet out of my shoes. I raised one at a time, balancing on one foot, to my hands to remove the socks. I unbuckled and removed my watch. I also slipped off my wedding band and dropped both the watch and ring onto my shirt. My hands slid into the sides of my trunks. Slowly, I pushed down, letting the waist band smoothly descend my body. Intentionally, I leaned far forward, so my upper body would block his view. I kept my eyes locked on his cock. I slipped the trunks down my legs until they reached my ankles. I let go of them and moved my hands into position in front of me for a yoga pose, downward dog. But, I kept my eyes on his cock. I lifted each foot in turn out of the trunks, and when they were free, I slowly lifted my upper body until I was standing fully naked before this hypnotic man with the powerful cock.

He smirked, “Good boy, approach.” Eyes locked on his cock, I walked to him and stopped when I stood between his knees.

“Kneel, faggot.” As I obeyed, he removed his hand from his cock. “Stroke it, boy.”

Obediently, my hand reached out and grasped his meaty cock. My hand began stroking. My eyes could not look away again. It was a strange sensation.

“The faggot wants to lick my big dick, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s what happens when someone strokes my dick. It makes them want to taste it.”

As my hand kept stroking, I wanted desperately to lick his magnificent cock, but he had not told me that I could yet. Still, I could feel my face inching almost imperceptibly toward the big cock and huge heavy balls in front of me.

“Be careful, boy. If you taste it, you’ll want to suck it.”

“Good to know, Sir. I shouldn’t lick it then.”

“Faggots like you can’t help themselves. You want to lick it.”

His words were intentional and instructive. I heard them as commands. “Aye Sir. Cannot help myself. Want so badly to lick your cock...”

“I know, boy”

“...and balls, Sir.”

“Suck my balls then, faggot.” He widened his legs and leaned back into the couch.

My mouth watered as I leaned forward. The scent of his musk filled my nose. With tentative licks, I tasted each ball. Using my nose, I lifted his sack and licked behind it. One ball slid across my lips, so I sucked it into my mouth. It filled my mouth. I wanted both balls in my mouth, but these balls were bull balls. No way would both fit in my mouth without hurting him.

After savoring the first ball, I released it and went for the other ball. Working back and forth between the balls, I made sure that his slobbery wet ball sack rubbed all over my face. I wanted his scent on me.

He smacked my face with his meaty club of a cock. “Time to suck this dick, boy. Open wide.”

I obeyed and savored the head of his cock. Running my tongue along the shaft to wet it, I drooled up and down the meat pipe so it would slide into my throat more easily.

My first attempt to deep throat it was a failure. Barely more than the head made it into my throat. I pulled back and took a deep breath. My eyes fixed on the precum drooling from the head. My jaw dropped, and I went down on that massive manhood. Swallowing and swallowing, widening my jaw, I felt my nose press against his full bush. I could feel his balls on my chin. I reached forward and wrapped my arms around his torso to pull myself even closer. My eyes watered.

His cock blocked my throat. I couldn’t breathe or swallow. I heard him moan and knew that I was doing well. I felt myself gag, and instinctively, I tried to slide back off his cock. I felt a hand on the back of my head. He wouldn’t let me pull away. His fingers curled into my hair and held me there. Gagging grew worse, but he wouldn’t release me.

“Good boy. Gag on it.”

After he basked in my convulsions for a minute, he pushed me away. Coughing and gasping, I collapsed between his legs.

“My precum is in your throat now, faggot.” I swallowed hard and could still taste his cock on my tongue. I raised my eyes to look at him, but he pushed his cock into view. My eyes locked on it. “When you see my cock, faggot, you cannot take your eyes off it. You want to touch it.”

“Aye, sir.” My hand grasped the base.

“And when you touch it, you want to taste it, faggot.”

Nodding, I opened my mouth and dove onto his cock. He laid back while I serviced his magnificent dick. My throat was opening deeper and deeper, wider and wider. I could take more of him into me with less gagging. He moaned and groaned his approval. Occasionally, he would tell me to open wider, deepthroat it, gag on it, or choke on it. After each command, he addressed me as “faggot,” “bitch,” “cocksucker,” or “whore.” After obeying him, I would hear him praise me as a “good boy.”

As I continued to suck and lick and deepthroat his cock, I noticed my right hand massaged his balls. My jaw needed a break, so I switched it up. My hand wrapped around his cock, and my mouth went to his balls. He allowed this initiative for a minute or so and then spoke firmly, “Touching my dick makes you what, faggot?”

“Want to taste it, Sir.” I immediately swallowed his cock and moved my hand back to his balls. I could taste a lot more precum now. Mixing with my saliva, it made his cock very slippery and taste a little sweeter. I realized that I could long stroke his cock with my throat, so I did. I pressed my nose into his pubes and moaned until I needed a breath. I pulled completely off but kept my eyes locked on it. Taking a deep breath, I plunged his cock back into my throat and moaned. I did this a few times, and with each breath, my nose filled with his scent. His musk raptured my nose while his cock invaded my throat.

“You can taste my precum now, can’t you, faggot?”

I pulled back for another breath and nodded, “yes Sir. I can.”

“Good. You’re craving my load now.”

I plunged back onto his cock, and with it in my throat, I did my best to nod and grunt agreement. I felt his hand wrap around the back of my head.

“Good, boy. My precum makes you crave my load, faggot,” he said.

When I tried to come up for air, he held me in place. I tried to push back, but he held me firm.

“Relax, boy. When my dick is in your throat, you want to feel it in your ass,” he said. “Show me how bad you want to feel this cock in your ass.” He released the back of my head, and I reflexively came up for air.

Coughing, sputtering, and coughing some more, I wiped tears from my eyes. I looked around the room trying to gather myself. I knew what he said was true. My ass was starting to crave his cock. “Sir, I….”

“Look at me, boy” he interrupted. I obeyed. He lifted my chin to face him. “Look at my eyes, boy.” I obeyed.

“When you see my cock?” He asked.

“I cannot look away.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to touch it.”

“When you touch my cock?”

“I want to stroke it.”

“When you stroke my cock?”

“I want to taste it.”

“When you taste my cock?”

“I want your precum.”

“When you taste my precum?”

“I want your load.”

“Good, boy. You’re a smart faggot. Given all this, what really happens when you see my cock, boy?”

“Seeing your cock makes me want your load, Sir.”

“That’s right, faggot. Can you see my cock now, boy?”

Even though he was holding my chin and my gaze, I could see his cock in my peripheral vision. I nodded, “Yes Sir.”

“Tell me what you want, then, faggot.”

“Oh fuck… Sir. I want your load, Sir.”

“Good boy. Suck my dick.” He released my chin and my gaze, and I plunged forward onto his cock. Once my throat had enveloped him, I felt his hand on the back of my head again. This time, he was guiding me on and off. “Mmm, that’s right, faggot. Soon, you’ll do anything for my load.”