Michael sucks his first cock

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Michael had always been a shy boy. He was quiet, subdued, and sweet. He was also quite short, standing at about 5 foot 9 in height. Skinny and with feminine features, one might almost have mistaken him for a young girl.

He had just turned 18, and was walking back from high school on a Friday, in October. The sun had already set, and the moon shone on the wet pavement as he walked. After walking for roughly 10 minutes, he began to notice footsteps coming from behind him. His heart started to beat faster. “Am I about to get mugged?”, he asked himself quietly.

As he walked, he could feel the stranger drawing nearer. Suddenly, as he turned the corner into a dark alley, a man grabbed him from behind.

“Hey, bitch”.

The man’s hand then closed around Michael’s throat, choking him.

“Please don’t hurt me!”, Michael whimpered.

“Oh I’m not going to hurt you”, said the man, “in fact you might even enjoy this”.

Without warning, the man tightened his hand around Michael’s throat, causing him to gasp.

Michael felt the man’s hand grab his crotch area tightly, making him wince with pain.

“Please stop!”, Michael begged.

“No chance.”, said the man.

The man led Michael into an empty park, choking him all the way. He pushed the gate, and closed it behind him.

“Get on your knees, slut”, ordered the man.

“No please, let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone”.

“Oh I’m sure you won’t tell anyone”, the man chuckled.

In the moonlight, Michael managed to catch a glimpse of his assailant. Tall, handsome, with dark hair and dark predatory eyes. He was wearing a suit and an expensive watch.

Seeing no other option, Michael decided to submit to the man’s demands.

“Good boy”, said the man, a smug, triumphant smile on his face.

Michael’s cheeks burned with shame as he felt the cold, wet ground under his knees.

“Now open your mouth”, said the man.

Tears ran down Michael’s cheeks as he slowly opened his mouth. On his knees with his mouth open, he looked like a cute puppy. The man grabbed Michael’s chin softly and lifted it, so that his eyes now met with Michael’s. Then, without warning, he slid two fingers into Michael’s mouth, causing Michael to pull back.

“What the fuck?”, Michael sputtered.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?”, the man barked, an angry expression on his face.

Suddenly, Michael felt a sharp slap on his right cheek.

“Open your mouth, slut, I’m asking you nicely for the last time”, the man ordered. “Oh, and by the way, when I give you an order, you will reply with “yes Daddy”, is that clear, slut?”

“Yes, Daddy”, Michael whispered, his right cheek still stinging from the slap.

“Good boy”, said the man approvingly, as he lifted Michael’s head again.

“Now open your mouth”, the man said once again, and Michael did as he was told.

“Yes Daddy”.

Feeling satisfied with his work so far, the man began to undo his belt buckle. He removed his belt, opened his pants, and pulled them down. Michael was now face to face with the man’s bulge, and he averted his watery eyes.

“You like what you see?”, the man chuckled, playfully.

All of a sudden, the man pushed Michael’s head into his crotch. It was only for an instant, but Michael felt the warmth and the outline of the man’s cock. As much as he hated to admit it, the musky, masculine smell it left on his face turned him on a little. This was surprising to him, since he had always considered himself a straight boy. He had been with girls, and he had never thought of men in a sexual way. This made his heart pound even faster, and his head swirl with confusion.

“You like that, slut?”, the man laughed. Michael gave no answer.

“I said did you like that, you little slut?”, the man said, slapping Michael hard across his left cheek this time.

“Yes Daddy”, Michael said reluctantly.

“Good boy”.

Then, without warning, the man removed his underwear. Michael gasped at the sight of the man’s beautiful cock. Eight inches in length, with a neatly trimmed dark bush of hair. The smell was strong and masculine.

“Now suck it, slut”.

“No please!”, Michael grovelled, finally understanding the nature of his situation. “I’m not gay! I can’t do this!”.

“You’ll do as I say, bitch”, the man said sternly, as he slapped Michael across the cheek again. “Now suck my dick”. Michael knew he had no choice.

“Yes Daddy…”, said Michael, feeling the shame of his predicament.

Unsure of where to start, Michael took the tip of the man’s cock in his mouth. It tasted salty, and Michael felt his own cock harden in his pants.

“No, actually, I don’t think you deserve to suck my cock yet”, said the man. “Suck my balls first”.

This felt even more humiliating to Michael, but he was afraid of being slapped again. He lowered his head, and found himself face to face with the man’s huge balls. Tentatively, he put one in his mouth, feeling the warmth against his tongue. Michael’s cock was now rock hard.

“Both of them!”, the man growled.

Michael struggled for a while to put both in his mouth. His mouth was now completely full, and he looked almost like a chipmunk, something the man found very amusing.

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Michael heard the sound of a picture being taken and saw a flash come from the man’s phone, blinding him.

“You look cute with my balls in your mouth, don’t you slut”, the man laughed.

Michael spat out the man’s balls and tried to stand up.

“Wait, what the hell…” , he protested.

“Shut up, bitch”, said the man, pushing Michael roughly to the ground again. “If you don’t want this photo sent to everyone you know, you’ll do as I say, understood?

“Wait no, you can’t do this!”, protested Michael. “Oops!” he thought to himself. “Wrong answer…”. A sharp slap fell on his right cheek again. “I mean erm, uh, yes Daddy…”. The man laughed.

“Good boy, you’re learning”.

The man then put his cock back in his pants, and fastened his belt.

“Give me your number”, he said. “When I text you, you do as I say, understood?”

“Yes Daddy”, Michael said quietly, as he gave the man his student card.

“Good boy”.

With that, the man walked away, leaving Michael alone on the cold, wet ground of the park. He could still taste the man’s cock in his mouth, and the smell had stuck to his face like glue.

His cheeks burning with embarassment, he started to make his way back home.

To Be Continued…