Addicted to Cock

Published on Sep 18, 2022

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Addicted to Cock Part 4  

    Addicted to Cock Part 4    
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  


This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for an adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex do not continue.  


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Author’s note:
_A closeted married guy can't stop thinking about cock. Soon after his first blowjob he finds that he is addicted, and under the control of a dom will undergo almost any humiliation to get cock! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

_

    "You've done a good job today and you deserve to cum," said Bill, and told me to jack off for him.

I was really aroused and did need to cum, but knew I'd face the guilt afterward. But I was rock hard and began to stroke. Bill handed me a box of tissues and I took a couple out to catch my load.

It didn't take long before I was shooting into the tissue, and suddenly the gravity of what I had done hit me. I had exposed myself publicly to a bunch of strangers – maybe some even knew me!

Bill saw my distress and inquired. I told him it was just something I felt after I would cum, but he insisted on knowing more, and when I finally confessed that I felt guilt and shame he said he was pleased, because he could work with that.

I didn't know what he meant by that, but knew I would find out eventually. I went home with mixed feelings. I love what I had done, and the guilt feeling had worn off. I knew that I had entered a world that went beyond cocksucking, and perhaps beyond sex as well. Bill was obviously some sort of control freak, but there was something about it that fascinated me.

Over the next few days I chatted with Bill online. He told me that I was going to drink his piss and I told him I would never do it. He assured me that I would not only drink his piss, but I would ask for it! He told me to practice tasting my own piss, but not to swallow it.

I told him that I just couldn't swallow his piss and he told me that I would only do so when I was ready and truly wanted it. I told him that it would probably never happen, and he said, "We'll see."

He told me to remember that is was all about cocksucking, and I would do it because I wanted his cock and was his bitch.

I wasn't so sure, but over the next few days I thought about piss. When I was in the bathroom I caught some of my piss in a cup and tasted it. It was sour and terrible tasting, and I spit it out right away.

I repeated that each time I pissed and found that I could tolerate the taste, and could hold it in my mouth for awhile.

Still the idea of swallowing Bill's piss was absolutely repulsive, and I knew I would never do it.

My next visit to Bill's began the same way, except there was no note on the door because I knew what to do. Stripping down, I proceeded down the stairs to Bill's playroom.

Bill had been drinking beer and said he had a big load of piss for me.

"I'm not really ready for that," I said, realizing that I implied that I would one day swallow his piss.

Bill stood up and took out his cock and told me to hold it. I took it in both my hands and Bill said, "You are my bitch and you need my cock – can't you find it in your heart to swallow my piss today? How much to you really want my cock?"

I knelt there looking at his cock – the cock that seemed to have control over me. By now the taste of piss wasn't so bad – swallowing couldn't be much worse. Finally I nodded in agreement and Bill smiled.

"It's important to me that you actually want to do this, so I want you to ask me," he said.

I realized that this was part of the humiliation, which I was beginning to accept, so I said, "Sir, please may I swallow your piss?"

Bill smiled and told me I could have all of his piss. He said he would go slow, and I was to swallow as fast as I could so there would be no mess.

I held his cock in my mouth and felt the warm stream enter my mouth. It was strong tasting, but expected, so I began to swallow. It was much easier than I thought. Bill told me that I was a really good bitch and he was going to share me with his friends.

It took several minutes but when Bill was finished he pulled out of my mouth.

"Thank you, Sir!" I said.

Bill smiled and told me I was a very good bitch indeed.

Bill stroked himself to erection and stood before me saying, "You've earned this, bitch."

I sucked him and he ran his fingers through my hair, telling me what a good cocksucking faggot I was.

After he came he told me to jack off again, but this time to shoot my load into my other hand and lick it up.

"I don't know if I can do that because of the guilt I'll be feeling," I said.

"I really want you to do that," said Bill, "don't you want to do it for me?"

"Yes," I agreed, "I want to do it for you."

I began to stroke myself, unsure that I would be able to comply. While I had initially hated the idea of piss swallowing, it was now exciting and soon I was cumming.

"Lick it up – right away!" Bill insisted, and I brought my hand to my mouth. I licked up the cum – it didn't taste as good now as when I blew Bill, but I knew I had to do it. I licked every drop off my hand and swallowed.

"How do you feel now?" Bill asked.

"I still feel ashamed," I said.

"But you swallowed your cum," Bill replied, "something you wouldn't have done before."

"Never," I agreed, "You certainly are expanding my limits.

"There are a lot of adventures ahead of you," Bill said, smiling.

I drove home, wondering what Bill had in mind.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

Next: Chapter 5


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