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Forced to Suck Cock (MM, nc?, hum)
by Lil Alex (lilalex666@aol.com)
Date: Dec 1997
***
Most men have had the fantasy of sucking cock. Even if it is just their own
they've thought about it, believe me. Again, most mene would never admit it
to anyone, but they don't really care if it's their woman giving them head
or some other guy. It's the feeling of having your cock sucked, not whose
doing it to you. Could you fantasized about being forced to suck another
guys cock? Could you?
***
As Philip knelt alone on the floor in the darkness of the video booth waiting
for sufficient time to pass for Mike to leave the adult video store, he still
couldn't figure out how this awful chain of events had come to pass. He had
entered the store hoping for a quick and anonymous blowjob from a nameless
faggot, but had somehow been overpowered and forced to suck off three guys,
including his good friend Mike. It had truly been a disgusting and
humiliating ordeal, an ordeal of which he was constantly reminded by the taste
of semen that remained in his mouth, and the recurring memories of the three
cocks that had materialized in front of his face and then been thrust into
his unwilling mouth. He just couldn't shake the images of those three dicks
as each had emerged from the darkness and then disappeared into his mouth. Nor
could he forget the endless barrage of verbal commands from the three males
who h ad dumped their loads into his mouth. The memory of being repeatedly
called "cocksucker" really galled him.
He still couldn't quite figure out how he had been overpowered by the first
guy or why he hadn't been able to successfully resist what turned out to be a
prolonged and repeated session of oral rape. The memory of being forced to
kiss the cockhead of his first rapist, and then having to unzip the fly of his
second rapist with his teeth haunted him. Compliantly blowing his buddy Mike
in order to protect his own identity was just too much. Swallowing Mike's cum,
the taste of which still lingered in his mouth, had to be the ultimate
humiliation. Philip's still limp dick reminded him that he had hated every
minute of it. It was simply overwhelming.
The words "Damn, you're one hot cocksucker" quickly snapped him back t o
reality. "I almost blew my load just watching you suck those three studs"
the disembodied voice continued. "And I know that would have pissed you off!
Here, I saved it all for you! Come on, man, suck it!" urged the voice.
Turning his head to the side Mike saw a guy's hardon advance threateningly
towards him through a hole in the wall just next to his face. The hole was a
little larger than the cock that was filling it. And in the distance Philip
heard the stressed voice of a male plead, "Come on, go for it, cocksucker.
Put your lips on it, man. I'll feed you a load you'll never forget"
The threat posed by this encounter with yet another cock was just too
much for Philip. He bolted in a panic towards the door of the video booth.
Philip lurched into t he darkened hallway outside of the site of his oral rape
only to collide with one of the horny males who lingered outside of the
booths looking for a sexual encounter or trying to decide which movie to watch
while beating off. "Hey, watch it! Asshole" echoed in Philip's ear as he p
lowed past other patrons in a determined effort to get away from the booth and
the fourth cock that threatened him. He had to get out of there.
What followed was almost a comedy of errors as the 27 year old brown-h aired
hunk made a series of anxiety driven random turns as he struggled to escape
from the maze of video booths and the lust-filled patrons. After ending up in
several dead ends Philip fin ally regained his composure, found his bearings
and started moving towards the brightly lit merchandise section of the adult
shop.
His escape was interrupted by a firm hand on his left shoulder and the
hated words "Hey you fucking cocksucker, what about my god damn blow job?
Ain't my dick good enough for ya, or do you like to get slapped around a bit
first? Get in there" And with that Philip felt himself being shoved towards
the open door of another video booth. "Once I get it in your mouth you'll
thank me."
This time the 6' 2" the brown hairdo, hazel eyed, virtually sober male
was in a position to resist this latest effort to violate his mouth. "No
fuckin' way you fuckin ' pervert," Philip bellowed as he slammed his fist into
the unprepared stomach of his attacker. "Suck y our own fucking cock,
asshole!" Philip heard himself shout as he hurled his horny adversary headfirst
into the darkened booth. "I've had enough of this fuckin' shit!" His
startled attacker, a 36 year old off-duty cop, who had been sporting a hardon
ever since he had peeked through the glory hole and watched Philip get shoved
to his knees and force fed cock by the blond rapist Karl, felt himself
bouncing off back wall of the video booth as Philip resumed course to wards the
store's exit.
The incident actually helped to restore a part of Philip's terribly battered
self-image. "Who the fuck does that asshole think he is?" thought Philip.
"Well, he can suck his own dick. And if comes at me again, I'll flatten his
sorry ass." Those thoughts were still on his mind as Philip exited the
building where his mouth had been so disgustingly violated and w here his
hitherto secure sense of masculinity had been undermined.
It took a few moments to locate his car, since he hadn't been 100% sober when
he arrived earlier in the evening, but once Philip spotted it he pulled out
his keys and rapidly moved to the driver's side. As he was fumbling to find
the keyhole in the unlit parking lot, his efforts were suddenly interrupted
by a terrible pain behind both knees -- a pain that ca used them to buckle and
carry him onto his knees for the second time that night. Before he could even
react Philip felt cold steel being clamped around each of his wrists, firmly
locking the m behind his back.
"Nobody makes a fool out of me; especially a cocksucking faggot!" penetrated
Philip's ears as he was shoved face down onto the gravel covered parking lot.
"We could have done this the easy way in the fuckin' booth, but I guess you
really are into getting slapped around a bit before you get into the mood to
suck! Well, that's fine with me."
While he was still writhing in pain on the ground Philip heard the sound
of his car door opening above. This was followed by the glow of his car's
interior lights. "Okay, princess, it's time to get this show on the road.
Get the fuck up." With that Philip felt himself being roughly hauled off the
ground and being shoved head first into the back seat of his car. His 6' 2"
frame just wasn't designed for the backseat of his car -- something he had
discovered during his torrid affair with Katherine. But that didn't seem to
deter his unknown attacked who succeeded in jamming him facedown onto the
backseat.
Philip had just begun to offer some resistance with his legs when he felt a
pair of strong hands grip his "hey ladies, look what I got" pullover shirt and
tear it off of hi s torso. The shredded remnants of the shirt were then used
to tie his feet firmly together, effectively neutralizing his last effective
means of defense. He was now at the mercy of his still unseen attacker.
The next sensation of which Philip was aware, was his wallet being removed from
the back pocket of his pants. "Oh, great, first I get face fucked and now I'm
gonna get ripped off," thought Philip as his assailant began searching
through his wallet. "Here's what I want," Philip heard his attacker say. "I
know who you are and I know where you live." The wallet landed with a thump
somewhere in the front of his car. The next thing that Philip heard was "Now ,
turn over, faggot."
Philip abruptly found himself flipped onto his back, and for the first time was
able to get a look at his attacker. He was a medium build, black male,
probably in his m id-thirties, and probably a few inches shorter than Philip.
This was obviously someone Philip could take in a fair fight, but there was
nothing even remotely fair about the situation in which he now found himself.
Philip couldn't make out many details of his attacker's face in the darkness,
but even his limited ability to discern his assailant's features was suddenly
ended when the black guy's shins were suddenly placed on top of his
shoulders. Philip face was now inextricably wedged between the muscular
thighs of this mysterious attacker.
"You should have blown me when you had the chance, you stupid cocksucker. It
would have only taken a few minutes and you would have gotten another nice
load of jism for your cocksucking mouth. But you had to play hard to get. Well
you fuckin' asshole, you ain't leaving this car until I've gotten my rocks
off."
From his commanding vantage point above Philip's face, off duty officer
Jackson looked down at his helpless captive. He noticed that this particular
Caucasian fairy (or so he assumed) had a well developed muscular chest that
was covered with a generous portion of very dark brown hair that extended
downward across his abdomen. He reminded himself that we would have to make
sure to wiggle his ass across that hairy chest and stomach during the up coming
event in order to increase the discomfort of the one and only fairy who had
ever hit him.
"Well Princess Cocksucker, here's what you came for," Officer Jackson
continued as he unzipped his fly and started fishing for his rapidly hardening
cock. "It'll be out in a second."
>From his place of captivity between the thighs of his attacker, Philip heard
the dreaded sound of a zipper being lowered for the fourth time that night.
"Oh, fuck, not a gain," groaned the subdued stud, as he contemplated what was
about to transpire.
"What's that princess? Are you starting to moan already? Well bitch,
here it is. Look at it!"
A sharp tug on his hair pulled Philip's head off of the seat and dangerously
close to the juncture point of Officer Jackson's thighs. And there, sticking
menacingly out of the officer's trousers, was a very erect cock, darker than
the ones that had been shoved in his mouth earlier that night, but just as
threatening. "Does our little cocktease like looking at the big dick?"
Jackson mockingly inquired. "Well here, take a really close look!" And with
those words the pissed off cop began beating Philip's face with his hard,
black cock.
The first and unexpected blow struck the right side of Philip's nose before
sliding off onto his cheek. It was followed up by a rapid series of dick
slaps all over Philip's cheeks, nose, tightly clamped lips, and chin. "You
could have been home by now digesting your fourth load of cum if you had taken
care of me back in the booth, but you had to be an asshole an d throw punches.
Well miss, I'm dick-punching your faggot face and there ain't shit that you
can do about it."
The outrage of being subjected to a penile assault on his face triggered a
series of desperate-to-escape torso spasms by the bound and handcuffed 6'2"
male as h e twisted and lurched in what turned out to be a futile attempt to
free himself from the thigh prison of his law enforcement tormentor. "Whoa,
princess! Are you cumming in your pants? I s this dick slapping making you
that hot?" laughed Jackson as he rode out the unsuccessful escape and resumed
thumping Philip's face with his turgid cock. "You are one hot bitch. Now,
lie still and enjoy yourself."
Defeated in his attempt to escape, the helpless stud had no other choice than
to endure the bizarre assault. He felt the fine droplets of pre-cum as they
flew out o f the incessantly beating cock and landed on his face. And he just
couldn't escape from that damn smell of a hot male crotch as it emanated from
the open zipper of the lust-filled cop and assaulted Philip's nostrils. Nor
could he escape the strange incantations that his attacker kept uttering,
"Take that bitch! How's it feel to be dick-whipped? You like feeling that
hot meat on your f ace, don't ya? You'd just love to wrap your lips around,
huh sweetheart. A girl like you must f eel really special giving a stud like
me such a hard rod? I'm surprised your tongue ain't hanging out of your mouth
trying to get a taste of this meat."
Philip thought that the beating would never end. But finally, after what
seemed to be an eternity, the lust-driven officer halted his cock thumping on
Philip's face. He was really enjoying this payback session for the clash in
the video booths. The success of his revenge was evident by the dismayed
look on Philip's face. "Hey why so sad sweetie? I know, I know , you want
something else. Perhaps a nice load of dicksauce will brighten you up. Well
you just keep still and we'll see what we can do about that. Now open your
fucking eyes!"
Those words and the slap that followed forced Philip to again gaze upon
the conquering phallus that loomed in front of him. For the fourth time that
evening his field of vision was being dominated by an angry, hard penis. And
for the fourth time his nostrils were assaulted by the smell of a hot male
crotch. "That's much better. Now keep your fuckin g eyes wide open, cause
this show is just for you. And if you close them, other than to blink , I'll
blast them open with piss. Now watch."
With his head firmly clamped between Officer Jackson's strong thighs,
Philip surrendered for the fourth time that night and watched as "the show"
began. "That's very good. You're a bit thickheaded but you do eventually
learn," the officer taunted as his left h and began the familiar journey up
and down the length of his turgid shaft. "Yeah, take a good look at a man's
dick," moaned Jackson, as he masturbated over the face of the now defeated
stud beneath him. "It won't be too long a wait. Just lie back and watch a
real man work a real cock. Don't worry, I ain't letting anyone else have my
ball juice tonight except you. It's all yours" "You like watching me
stroke this nice hard dick, prettyboy?" asked Jackson as he continued to
stroke his dick over Philip's face. "Bet you'd love to take this cock home
with you tonight, right prettyboy? Here take a look at a man's balls,
princess," continued Jackson as he reached into his shorts with his free hand
and extricated his hot, sweaty balls. " Mmmmm, bet you love to lick these
rocks, wouldn't you girl? Well, don't just lie there like a sack of shit,
get that tongue going, now!"
A tightening of the officer's thigh muscles was all it took to get Mar k's
tongue out of his mouth and underneath his dark ballsack. "That's better.
Now, lap those balls. You me how much you appreciate them. It ain't every
day that I allow someone the privilege of washing the sperm factory," laughed
Jackson, as he luxuriated in the tongue bath. "Hell, until tonight my wife
was the only one who had ball washing privileges. This truly is your lucky
night!"
Philip could only lie there lap away at the heavy scrotum as the large d
ark hand methodically stroked the taunt black dick over his head. "See what
you could have had pussy boy if you had just been nice?" Jackson mockingly
asked. "Well dick breath, better late than never. I think you can stop with
the nut bath. Something tells me its almost dinner time."
Philip could also tell by the all too familiar increase in the rate of stroking
that the obviously crazed male above him was nearing climax. He squirmed
uncomfortably as he listened to the dreaded changes in the man's breathing
and his groans of self-induced pleasure. He knew the routine. He knew what
was coming.
By now officer Jackson was in a lust-induced world of his own. His fist
was rapidly pistoning up and down on his hard cock, and he knew that his
ability to hold off shooting was at an end. He was getting off on the obvious
agony of the faggot beneath him. So much so that he was soon unable to
control himself any more. It was time to unload.
"Open your fucking mouth, you son of a bitch," the horny cop shouted.
"I'm cumming!!!"
Sperm laden bullets of hot semen began firing from the slot at the end of the
officer's fully engorged erection directly into the face of the hunk still held
captive between the black cop's thighs. "Take it bitch! Eat me! Take it man!
Aaaaah!" is what Philip heard a nanosecond before the first load of fresh
from the tap ball juice landed directly into his right eye. This was followed
by series of splats as jets of semen sprayed across his cheeks, into his h
air, up his right nostril, and of course directly onto his tightly clenched
lips.
As the thick ejaculate continued to rain on his face the command "Open your
fucking mouth, now" repeated itself accompanied by a sudden and sharp pain in
his earlobe as his angry rapist emphasized the wisdom of complying with his
demand. "Yes!" is all that Mar k heard as his mouth obediently snapped open
in front of yet another male organ.
His mouth had not even fully opened before his tastebuds flashed the
recognition signal to his brain that a load of fresh male ball juice had again
entered his mouth. Th e revoltingly familiar taste of the viscous fluid had
once again become the central focus of his a bused tastebuds. Once again his
hitherto pussy-eating tongue had been transformed into a sperm receptacle for
another guy. And yet another load of sperm filled scum that had been churning
in side the body of another male was now being emptied into his very
unwilling mouth.
"Swallow that load, cocksucker," Jackson panted. "This is what you
wanted. Go for it!"
As he obediently gulped down his fourth meal of semen, Philip could only
lie underneath his oppressor and helplessly watch as the lusty black officer's
prick shot its final white streamers into his mouth and onto his face. The
first three rapes had been humiliating enough; this latest affront was
degrading beyond measure. And all that the bound heterosexual stud could do
was to obediently lie still with his mouth wide open and swallow the dollops of
cum that were accumulating in it while his captor spasmed above him in the
final throes o f his orgasm.
"You know miss" continued Jackson, "that really felt nice, but a blow job
in the booth would have felt a hell of a lot better. And it wouldn't have
messed up your pretty face. Here let me fix your makeup."
With those mocking words still ringing in his head, Philip felt the hand
of his rapist begin to slowly and deliberately spread the semen that had
missed his mouth all over his face. It was almost as if he face was being
painted in cum. From his vantage point above officer Jackson carefully
monitored his hand's movements as it painted his semen across the face of the
man beneath him.
"In this light your face looks like a fucking glazed donut," laughed Jackson,
as he completed the final touches in cumcoating Philip's face. "I've been
told that cum facials do wonders for a woman's complexion. I can already see
how its improved yours already!"
Philip simply groaned as he was forced to endure this latest humiliation.
He could feel his facial skin tightening as the coating of semen began to
dry. At least four of his senses were now focused on semen -- taste, smell,
sight and touch. He just could not get away from it, nor could he avert his
eyes from the shrinking and still dripping black prick protruding from the
officer's fly.
"Hey! You're not finished yet, princess! My dick needs cleaning. I
don't want my wife finding any cum stains in my shorts when I get home
tonight. Come on now, cocksucker, it's time to suck the snotty end of my
fuckpump. Now!"
Philip groaned again as he felt the now disturbingly familiar sensation
of a cockhead, a cum leaking cockhead at that, being pushed between his lips
as the officer move d his dick forwards again. "That's right honey," Philip
heard as he began admitting the rape instrument into his repeatedly violated
mouth. "Hold it; just the head. I don't want you slobbering all over my
dick. Perhaps you can do that another time. For now I want you suck every
goddamn sperm outta my cock. Pretend you're a calf and it's an udder. Nurse
on it. Suck that pipeline clean."
With the cop's dickhead held firmly between his lips Philip began the loathsome
task of draining the cock of whatever semen that had not either fallen on his
face or been dumped into his mouth. Without thinking he began repeating some
of the oral activities that his first rapists had forced him to perform while
he blew them in the video booth. He felt h is lips milking the cockhead as he
started to suck as hard as possible on the slit of the cockhead. He also
found his tongue lapping away at the sperm slit in a mindless repetition of his
earlier ordeal. He hated what he was doing, but it seemed to be expected.
"Oh baby, that feels fantastic. Aaaaaah, yeah! I knew you were a
dedicated cocksucker all along. Good girl. Oh yes, that feels so good! You
were born for this. Oh , yes; just a little bit more."
After mindlessly nursing on the cockhead for what seemed to be an eternity,
Philip was greatly relieved when it was suddenly removed from between his
lips. It caught him by surprise but at least it meant that his ordeal was
finally over and he could get the hell out of there. But that illusion was
swiftly shattered by the next directive which brought hi m instantly back to
reality. "We got one more thing to take care of, princess," intoned the
obviously pleased with himself officer. "You gotta wash my hand. I Can't go
home to the little lady with dried cum all over it. Come on now girl. Do it!
Lick it, bitch."
The very hand that had so degradingly and systematically coated Philip's
face with cum was now presented to Philip's tongue for another semen cleanup
job. And just as he had despondently complied with the "clean my dickhead"
directive, Philip extended his tongue and began to reactivate and ingest the
dried semen from his most recent rapist. Each finger was stuck into Philip's
mouth for individual attention after which each remaining square inch of the
rapist's hand was presented to Philip's tongue. Every bit of dried cop cum was
reliquified and then swallowed by the dejected stud. To add insult to injury,
officer Jackson took an almost demonic pleasure in repeatedly sliding his
thumb in and out of the supine hunk's mouth well after every track of semen
had been removed from it and swallowed by Philip. "Yup, there 's no doubt
about, these lips were made for sucking dick," said Jackson after finally
withdrawing the thumb from Philip's mouth.
"Very good, dear," declared Jackson. "You're better than a box of
Handiwipes. I bet you can't wait to try removing your cum facial with your
tongue when you get ho me. You know, I was gonna thank you for doing such a
nice job on my hand and cockhead, but then I realized that you should be the
one thanking me," he snickered. "I mean the way you cleaned up my dick and
hand said it all. You are a dickhound. No doubt about it. You were put o n
this earth to suck cock!"
"Well my little sperm bank," the officer continued, "I'd like to stay here and
chat about your lips, but I you've eaten your share of dick for the evening,
and I really gotta go." And with that the thigh headclamp that had imprisoned
Philip was removed as the satiated co p got off of his defeated quarry. "But
one last thing," warned Jackson, "If you ever throw another punch at me, it
will be your last." The sudden change in tone had barely begun to
register when Philip felt a tugging sensation at his waist followed by the
sound of ripping denim as his jeans, and then shorts, were cut and torn from
his body. "This is just a little sample of what's in store for you if you
ever come at me again" Jackson snarled. "The next time I see you kneeling in a
fucking booth, you'd better stay on your knees until I've filled your faggot
stomach with cum. Now turn over."
The dazed and naked-except-for-his-shoes stud, rolled over and meekly
waited as the victorious cop removed the handcuffs and the ripped shirt foot
restraint. "My my, what a hairy ass we have," laughed the officer. "Never
met a princess with a hairy ass. Better watch out, somebody may try to shove
a dick up it." And with that final shot the black cop bounded out of Philip's
car and slammed the door behind him.
As he stuck his head through the opened driver's side window the smug
officer thought of one last insult that he could deliver to this faggot who
had slammed him in to a video booth earlier that night. "Oh yeah, asshole,
this should make your life a little more interesting," he said sarcastically
as he proceeded to toss Philip's car keys to the far end of the parking area.
Philip heard them clank as they bounced off another patron's car and landed in
the gravel and dirt. As he rose from the seat the naked male could only
watch as the swaggering rapist sauntered away clutching Philip's shredded
shirt, pants and underwear like they were some sort of victory prize.
As he sat naked in the back seat of his own car, his mouth still dominated by
the flavor of dick, and his face still covered with a sheen of dried cum,
Philip stared as his most recent rapist disappeared around the other side of
the still open video store. Would this nightmare never end? -