Cocksucker

It’s not an insult, it’s a title. It’s a role to be played, a job to be done. For some it’s a career. A title yes, but not an aristocratic one. It’s a designation, a label indicating his purpose, what he is meant to do, what he knows he must do. It’s demeaning, it’s degrading. But for the chosen few who perform well, the title is ennobling.

I fuck women most of the time, but every now and then I want a man to suck my cock. All my regular pieces of pussy are busy tonight, so I decide to go hunting on Grindr. I have a profile just for this purpose and a few regulars that service me from time to time. It can get a little tiresome though, telling these slut boys that I don’t want to fuck them in the ass. I just want a blowjob from a man, nothing else. Not many guys are on tonight and I don’t see any of my regulars, so my choices are limited. I usually look for guys that are young, timid, awkward and unsure of themselves. Those are the easiest targets because they’ll do what I want without question. I find one after about thirty minutes. He’s in his early twenties, skinny body, pale skin, blond hair. He tells me he loves men who are hairy and muscular like myself. He says he’s drooling over my cock pics. He asks how big my cock is. I answer honestly, no need to exaggerate. Eight inches I tell him. Holy fuck he says. He tells me he fantasizes about sucking off older men, but he’s only been with guys his age so far. I’m only thirty-six years old, not that much older, but whatever. He’s perfect. I give him directions to my place and he says he’ll be right over.

He arrives at my place in less than twenty minutes. I turn off the television and meet him at the door wearing only a pair of cotton gym shorts, commando of course. He greets me with an eager smile. “Hey man,” he says and reaches for my junk prematurely; I grab him by the wrist to stop him. “Not yet bitch,” I say with a slight growl. I give him a hard stare and point to the floor. He gets the message and kneels before me. He must kneel, it’s a requirement. “Sorry sir,” he says. He’s naturally subservient once he knows his place. I stand before him, the floppy piece of meat in my shorts making a dick print that’s impossible for him to ignore. He looks up at me with lust in his eyes. He wants it, he needs it, but he must work for it.

I get close to him so that my groin is inches from his face. I put my hand down my shorts and start stroking my cock while keeping it concealed. He is mesmerized by what I’m doing. He is unable to look away. I stop stroking and take my hand out. He sees that I’m semi-hard now. I can see the lust in his eyes so I take his hand and put it on the front of my shorts. I tell him to rub it. He feels it growing, hardening under my shorts. He sees the pre-cum staining the front and looks up at me, a pleading look on his face. “You want it boy?” I ask. “Yes sir,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Beg for it, like a good bitch,” I say. “Please sir,” he says, his voice desperate. “Please what?” I ask. “Can I have it sir?” he asks. “You want to suck it boy?” I ask. “Yes sir,” he says. “Say it,” I order him. “Please sir,” he begs, “please can I suck your dick? I want to suck it so fucking badly, please can I sir?” I decide that’s enough teasing for now and I pull off my shorts and toss them aside. My eight inch cock, rock hard now, jutting out from my thick head of pubic hair, is inches from his face and dripping pre-cum.

“Oh my god sir,” he says, “it’s beautiful.” He hesitates and then looks at me and asks, “Can I touch it sir?” I nod yes, and he reaches out and grips the base. “It’s so thick,” he says in amazement. He starts to stroke it, causing more pre-cum to leak from the head. I smile down at him and say, “Lick the head clean boy,” and he obeys at once, sticking his tongue out and swirling it around my cock’s big mushroom head. It feels great and he’s careful to get every drop of that clear liquid; the pleasure in his face is obvious. “Tastes good, don’t it boy?” I ask and he mutters between licks, “Delicious, so fucking delicious sir.” He licks the head clean and asks, “Did I do good sir?” and I nod and say, “You did good kid. Now stroke my cock while you lick and suck my balls.” “Yes sir,” he says and starts pumping my shaft while he dives under and starts tonguing my nuts. “They’re so big and hairy sir,” he says, amazed yet again at the size of my junk. I feel his tongue coat my balls with his hot saliva as he licks every part of my nut sack. I feel his nose burrow into my pubes, hear him breathe deeply and say, “God I love the way you smell sir,” then he goes back to work on my balls, taking the left one in his mouth, gently working it with his mouth; fuck it feels good. I love having my balls sucked and I say, “Good boy, now suck the other one,” and he takes the right one now and gives it the same exquisite pleasure. I’m so aroused by what he’s doing to me; my cock is so hard it almost hurts. I need his mouth on it, now.

“Suck my cock now boy,” I order him and he looks up at me, delighted. This is what he came here for, this is what he wants. “Yes sir,” he says, “thank you sir,” and he immediately swallows the head of my cock, working his tongue all around it, then slowly works his mouth down the rest of my shaft. I like for them to go slow at first, which they usually have to do because my cock is so big and thick. He gets halfway down, making my dick start to throb before he has to stop and catch his breath. He looks up at me apologetically and says, “I’m sorry sir, it’s so big,” and I glare at him and say, “You better relax your throat then, because you’re taking it all, you hear me bitch?” He looks frightened and aroused at the same time. “Yes sir,” he says. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, then goes down on my cock again. He gets more of it into his mouth this time and starts to really suck, a steady regular pace, which is how I like it. His mouth is so hot and dripping wet, as slick as any pussy I’ve ever fucked. He sucks and slobbers on my cock, giving me such intense pleasure that I start to feel lightheaded. Every time he goes down on my dick, he manages to take a little more down his throat and soon he’s sucking it right to its base. God it feels so fucking good. Every so often he has to take a break, but he spits on my cock to keep it slick and strokes it while he catches his breath before swallowing it down to the root again.

It’s time to abuse him a little, remind him of his place. I pull my tool from his mouth and slap his face with it, rub it in his face. He sticks his tongue out to lick the shaft and I can tell he’s desperate to suck it some more, but he needs to know that my cock is mine to give, not his to take. I tease his lips with the head and he slobbers over it until I pull out again, stepping back a little, wagging my cock at him. “You want more of this boy?” I ask, taking another few steps away from him. “Oh god yes sir, please,” he moans. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees if you want it,” I say. He does so, crawling over to me like a dog begging for a treat, not caring about dignity, only wanting my cock. He looks up at me pathetically. “Please sir, I’m begging you, let me have it again.” I decide not to make him grovel anymore. “Get on it boy,” I say with a smile. “Thank you sir,” he says and swallows my cock yet again. He sucks it with the same slow, steady rhythm from before, his lips and tongue working to keep my cock rock hard and feeling good. No fancy technique from this lad, just simple, delightful cock sucking. He’s used to the size of it now and takes every inch with no trouble. I look down at him as he bobs up and down on my rod, totally focused on my pleasure and realize that his eagerness is actually kind of cute. I might use him again, I think.

Cute or not, I want to get rough with him now. I pull out until just the head is between his lips, then shove my thick, long beast down his throat and violently face fuck him. He’s choking and gagging and tears start to run down his face but I show him no mercy as I thrust in and out of his mouth. God, I love abusing these bitches. I feel his tongue working my shaft even as he’s gasping for breath; damn this fucker’s good, I think to myself. I feel nothing but pleasure now, my cock is throbbing like mad. I feel pleasure in my cock, but also pleasure from using him, dominating him. I feel my orgasm slowly approaching. I hold off as long as I can because I love raping his throat, but it’s building, getting stronger as the feel of his lips and tongue drive me insane with lust and soon I’m on the edge; I can’t hold it any longer and I look down at my cock pounding in and out of his mouth and I cry out, “Oh fuck boy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking shoot my load down your throat, awwww fuck yeahhhh!!!”

My cock is throbbing so much with pleasure as it erupts and my hot cum shoots down his throat, a huge gusher of semen that he does his best to swallow. I keep fucking his mouth to keep the pleasurable feeling going; all of my energy is concentrated in my cock as I keep shooting load after load. He gulps it down as my cock pumps more of my thick cum into his slut mouth. Yeah, that’s what he is, a slut, a whore. He exists to give me pleasure. I owe him nothing. The cum I give him is a precious gift; his gratitude should be total. “Aw fuck yeah bitch,” I snarl, “swallow every fucking drop.” I repeat it, each word punctuated by a thrust, “Every,” deep thrust down his throat, “fucking,” another thrust chokes him, “drop,” and one final thrust delivers the last of my hot, creamy spunk. His face is wet with tears from my choking him, but he swallows it all, licking his lips as he consumes the last of my load and I gaze down at him, mentally marking off another conquest. He looks up at me, the last shred of his dignity gone, not that he had much to begin with.

I gradually come down from my erotic high, my breathing and pulse rate slowly returning to normal as I pull my cock from his mouth. “You were great,” I say as he wipes the tears off his cheeks. A hesitant smile starts to form on his face as he looks up at me. “Really sir?” he asks. I nod, with the best charming grin I can muster. “Yeah, really,” I say, my voice soft, almost tender, “best cocksucker ever.” I say that to all of them though. I gently caress his face, make him think I actually like him, when in reality he’s just a piece of meat to me. “Did you like it?” I ask and he nods his head and says, “Yes sir, I love your cock and your cum was delicious sir.” My expression hardens, my voice becomes more stern as I ask, “What do you say when someone does something nice for you boy?” and he continues to look up at me with a pathetically subservient expression and says, “Thank you sir, thank you for letting me suck your cock. Thank you for your cum sir.” I reach down and put my hands around his neck, lifting him to his feet. I give him a cold stare while keeping my hands firmly around his throat; not enough to hurt him, but enough to remind him who’s in charge. “You’re going to suck my cock again, whenever I want it, right?” I ask, rubbing my thumbs just below his jawline. “Yes sir, anytime you want it sir,” he says. I release his throat and smile at him again, throwing him off balance. I give him a friendly double slap on the cheek and say, “Good boy,” and I walk to the front door, open it and say to him, “You can leave now. I’ll hit you up online if I need you again.” He looks upset that I’m kicking him out, but hopeful that he might get to suck my cock again. I close the door behind him, then put on my shorts, kick back on the sofa and turn the television back on, totally relaxed and feeling good.

He is mine now. I own him. Another one to add to the whore stable.