Needing a BJ started more than expected

Becoming a cocksucker

After my last experience, I felt dazed and confused. I admit I was really guilty. And, I was totally conflicted of how it made me feel. I tried to forget it happened but couldn’t keep it off my mind. After about a week, I was thinking about it non-stop. One night, I hit a low, waking up from a dream with a load of cum soaking the sheets. After I secretly washed the sheets the next day, I decided it was time to go back online.

As soon as I signed on, the bear popped onto my screen. He immediately messaged me and told me to get over to his place. Without thinking, I headed his way.

When I walked into his place, he behaved differently. He was barking orders. I was shocked. But, he didn’t give me time to object. He slapped my face and raised his voice. When I didn’t respond, he slapped me again.

He told me to strip. I paused, and he raised his hand again. I quickly started taking my clothes off. He pulled me to his room, leaving a trail of my clothes along the way.

When he got into his room, he pushed me to my knees and said start sucking. I put my mouth against his bulge. He grabbed the back of my head, shoving the material of his shorts into my mouth. I sucked some more. He was more forceful, grabbing my head and directing me like a doll. He pulled back, slapped my face and told me “it’s time for you to become a cocksucker.” 

I just stared at him. I didn’t know what to say. In my mind, I said, “I’m not a cocksucker,” but the words didn’t come out. My mouth betrayed me and just set there open. He chuckled and told me to pull down his shorts. I felt like I was zoned out…in another world…in third person, watching myself…suddenly, a slap across my face brought me back to reality.

“Pull down my shorts!” he demanded. I did. And his dick sprung out, hitting me in the face. He grabbed my head again, pushing his dick straight into my throat. I gagged. He slapped my face. I looked up, not knowing what to do. It felt like he commanded, “cocksuckers don’t gag.” He pushed his cock in again. I gagged. He slapped. He pushed halfway this time. I took it and sucked. He slowly pushed further. I almost took it all but tears started forming in my eyes, and I gagged again. Another slap. 

He pushed it dick in again. I took more this time. He pulled out. I caught my breath and realized I didn’t gag. I somewhat smiled. He chuckled and laughingly told me that before long I would be the best cocksucker in town. For some reason, I felt like a son that had pleased his father.

He began again, allowing me to work my way down his shaft this time. I took it all, backed off and went down for more. Before long, I was working his dick in and out of my mouth and throat…and only a few slaps to the face had me going at a good pace. I was in a zone, but then, he grabbed my my hair, fucking my face. I gagged. Slap. I cried. He didn’t stop. He kept pumping and without warning, his cum started streaming down my throat. He held his cock down my throat, and I instinctively swallowed.

He held my head on his cock until it was limp. He pulled out. I sat there with tears running down my face. He slapped me again. I didn’t know why. He then commanded me, “Cocksuckers clean up after themselves.” He shoved his dick back to my lips, and I understood. I licked up every drop of his cum and washed his cock with my tongue.

He just looked at me and smiled. He laughed again. He slapped me again. Puzzled, I looked up to him. He said, “Bitch, don’t wait this long again. You’re mine. And I expect you to be here when I need you.”

I nodded in understanding. The whole drive home I could only think what I have gotten myself into.