Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 14:28:49 +1300 From: Cock Slut Subject: A different kind of extra credit 3 A different kind of extra credit 3 By SCSlut4Cock I was still in a haze as I drove home, and it wasn't until I walked in that I started to snap out of it. I had gone from a single straight guy with a kink to an owned cockslut with a Master. Not only did he have the leverage to make me do whatever he wanted, but if I ever refused he could ruin me. I had worked hard to get into my grad program, and all I wanted was to succeed in academia. If the pictures and video ever got out, I wouldn't just be fired, I would be ostracized from the academic community! I couldn't let that happen. Just then my phone buzzed with an email from my Master. --Don't forget slut, you had better check your phone every hour, on the hour, in case I want to contact you. And ALWAYS respond back to me within 60 seconds. Otherwise I start sending pictures. You had better be ready and waiting for me when I get to your house cocksucker. -- I immediately responded back with a simple Yes Master, and then went to my room to change out of my clothes and into a bright pink thong as he ordered. I have a pretty good collection from different places. All tight and stretchy in pink, red, and black. I almost never wear them out of the house, for fear of being caught, but I guess that would all change now. Properly clothed I settled onto the couch to watch some TV and wait. I had no idea when Master would arrive, but at least I would be ready. I couldn't help being restless though. Normally when I'm bored, I'll pull out my computer and look at porn for a bit. Knowing that is partially what got me into this mess was more than enough to keep me from being horny though. I flipped between channels, constantly looking at the clock even though I had no idea when he would arrive. Every time I heard a car drive by I checked out the window just in case. When he actually did arrive I didn't even hear his car though. It wasn't until I heard someone walking up the steps outside that I had some warning. I immediately climbed off the couch and around my footrest to kneel in the middle of the floor. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but I had to try and keep him happy. I expected him to come right in, but instead he knocked at the door and waited. Knowing he wanted me kneeling with my hands behind my back, I thought it might be a test and just called out, "Please come in Master" "Hey Jay, I just wanted to stop..." That was as far as my landlord got before he spotted me. I froze and mumbled an apology about expecting someone but he just laughed at me, looking me up and down. "I guess that would be what you meant by "Master". Well I just wanted to let you know that I needed to come by tomorrow to swap out the thermostat for a new one. I'll come by at noon if that works for you? Unless you'll be busy with your "Master" that is?" I mumbled that that would be fine, completely frozen by the situation. Never, in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be kneeling in just a thong in front of my landlord while he just talked to me normally and checked me out. My whole body felt like it was blushing bright red with shame and I couldn't believe how embarrassed and humiliated I felt. Even worse, he and his wife lived in the back half of the duplex so I saw him all the time! Randy just chuckled about "seeing" me around and closed the door with one last smirk at me and walked down the stairs. I started to stand up when I heard talking outside. "Ah, you must be Master. I just ran into Jay waiting for you upstairs. Looks like you guys are going to have some fun!" "Yeah he's quite the cockslut. Can't get enough. You should hear him beg for it!" They both cracked up at that before Randy said something about talking to him about it later and then I heard my Master coming up the stairs. I was burning with shame when the door opened without so much as a knock. Master walked in chuckling. "Your landlord seemed surprised to see this side of you. I guess you hadn't gotten around to sucking his cock yet, huh slut? Well who knows what the future holds. After all, I wouldn't be the one exposing you now that you've done it so perfectly yourself!" All I could do is sit there and burn with humiliation. He was right. I couldn't believe my landlord knew what a cockslut I was and had become. God only knew what he would say the next time I saw him. My Master took a second to look around before ordering me to give him the tour. I started to stand up but was quickly instructed to do it from my knees. I had shown family and friends around the apartment before, but saying the same things from my knees as I crawled in front of my Master wearing nothing but a pink thong was a new low for me. When we got to the bedroom, my Master stopped me and ordered me to put my forehead on the ground and my hands behind my back, grabbing each elbow with the opposite hand. I did as he asked, expecting to be tied up, but instead I heard him walking around the room looking at different things. At one point, he walked over to my dresser and looked inside some of the drawers before pulling one drawer all the way out and emptying it on the ground in front of me. Positioned as I was I couldn't see what was in it, but I had a sinking feeling I knew. "All of your male underwear is going in the trash. You will never need it again. At least not while you're my cockslut, which will be for a long time. Heel slut" He walked out of the bedroom and back out into the living room while I followed along like the good cockslut I was becoming. Master sat down on the couch, kicking off his shoes and ordered me to stand and grab him a beer. When I returned he had already turned on the TV and he ordered me to just stand next to it with my hands behind my back and my feet together. I couldn't believe it, but somehow standing in front of him in just my thong, was even more humiliating than kneeling. Master completely ignored me while he flipped through the channels, finally settling on what sounded like a basketball game. All the while I just stood there like some perverse decoration. After a few sips of the beer, Master finally decided he wanted something from me. I couldn't believe I was actually relieved when he finally addressed me. I still hated him and hated the situation, but anything was better than the humiliation of just standing there like an object. "Good slut, you learn quickly. You will always do exactly what I say without question or complaint. If I tell you to stand there and wait for me, you will do it. If I tell you to go downstairs and suck your landlords cock, you will do it. No matter what I say, you will not question it. You will just do it." "Yes Master" "Now crawl over to me and start sucking my balls. And always keep your hands behind your back when you're worshipping my cock and make sure that you show me how much you're enjoying it." I obediently dropped to my knees and crawled over to him, burning with shame. He offered no help as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, but he did at least lift his hips as I slid them off of him. I normally didn't even like sitting on my couch naked myself, but now here was my Master, with nothing between him and the cushions. It struck me a second later how ridiculous my indignation over the couch was. Here was a kid, dominating and blackmailing me into being his personal cockslut, and I'm worried about my couch. What had my life become?! I couldn't think about it though. It wouldn't help. I just needed to do what he wanted, so I leaned forward and buried my face in his crotch. His cock was semi-hard, and he had fun flopping it over my face as I took turns massaging each ball with my lips and tongue. Occasionally he would hold my head in place and push both in just to laugh at my cheeks pushed out. For the most part though, he just sat back and enjoyed the game while I worshipped his balls moaning like the dumb slut I was. After a little bit, his rock hard cock kept bouncing off my face, and eventually he decided he was ready for more. "Worship my cock, slut. Show me how much you love it before taking it into your mouth." With a "yes Sir" I started working my way up and down his cock, licking and kissing every inch of it. I was starting to get into it now, my inner submissive cockslut taking over. I moaned and drooled as I moved up and down, until finally Master pulled my head up and slammed it back down on his cock. I wasn't giving him a blowjob, I was just a jerkoff toy for him to use at his pleasure. He kept going faster and faster while I kept my lips tight and did my best to tongue his cock as he fucked my face. Finally he pushed as deep as he could and started shooting spurt after spurt into my waiting mouth and throat. As he leaned back with a satisfied groan, I cleaned his cock of all remaining cum and then sat back on my heels. "Thank you Sir, for letting me worship your cock and drink your cum." He just laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, because we're far from done. It's only the second quarter and I'm not leaving until after the game is over. I'll tell you what though, if you can get me off 2 more times before the game ends, I'll give you the day off as my bitch tomorrow. Now go grab me another beer and get your lips wrapped around my cock again you stupid slut." 30 seconds later, Master had another beer in his hand and his cock was back in my mouth. It had softened considerably, and now was only around 4 or 5 inches long instead of the usual 9 when hard. Taking advantage of that fact I took the entire length in my mouth and used my tongue to massage it while I moaned loud. I did everything I could to turn him on, and before halftime was done, his cock was rock hard. I still couldn't get the whole thing into my throat but I worshipped it with my lips and tongue until he held my head in place and gave me my third load of his cum for the day. "Good faggot, now forehead to the ground." I obediently assumed the position and heard him get up and head to the bathroom. The whole time he was gone, I just knelt there, forehead on the ground, arms behind my back, with my ass up in the air clothed only in a hot pink thong. God I really was a stupid cockslut to get myself in this position. I didn't have very long to think about it though, as I heard my Master grab another beer from the fridge and sit back down on the couch. "Only a quarter and half left slut. You'd better work quickly if you want tomorrow off." I couldn't believe he expected me to be able to get him off again. I knew he was young, but 4 times in one day and 3 times in as many hours was still a lot! I really wanted tomorrow to regroup a little though, so I quickly devoured his cock, moaning and sucking like the complete cock-hungry slut he wanted me to be. I tried everything I could think of to get him hard again, but the fourth quarter had to have been half over by the time he was at full mast. I was running out of time and working as hard as I could to get more of his cock into my mouth and throat hoping that would do the trick. I still couldn't get the last few inches though and instead just kept gagging and choking myself on his cock while he commented on how much of an eager cockslut I was. I could tell he was getting close when he started talking dirtier to me, telling me I was such a stupid cocksucker and a faggot whore he was going to enjoy using and abusing everyday. I picked up the pace not knowing how much time I had, but just when I thought he was almost there, I heard the buzzer go off on the TV. He pushed me off him and sat back laughing. So much for my day off. "Get up on the ottoman, on your stomach and grab your ankles. You seem to be having some difficulty worshiping my cock properly, so I'm going to show you exactly how deep it should go. And if you let go of your ankles, I'm going make you finish me off out on the porch." Nervously I obeyed, and crawled up on the footrest. It was a large leather storage type, almost 3 feet by 4 feet, so I easily fit. Especially once I grabbed my ankles as hard as I could. There was no way I could expose myself like this on the porch. My Master knelt in front of me with his hard cock right in front of my face at about nose level. I thought he was just going to shove it in, but instead he grabbed me by my hair and slapped my face with it a couple times. All I could do was close my eyes and keep my mouth open as he laughed and told me what a whore I was. When he finally did thrust into my mouth, it caught me so much by surprise that I immediately gagged and choked. He kept pressure on my throat for a few seconds before pulling back out and then started thrusting in over and over again. He would push just hard enough to make me gag and hold it before pulling out for a breath and shoving it back in. I just tried to focus on timing my breathing for every time he pulled out. When I finally started to find a rhythm I think it was what he was looking for, as he thrust in far enough to make me gag, started to pull out, and then quickly thrust his hips forward hard just as I was trying to take a breath! I thought I was going to suffocate, but he just laughed as I struggled. Master didn't care how I felt, all that mattered was my nose was pressed up against his stomach and all 9 inches of his cock were lodged in my throat. I squirmed and twisted trying everything to pull away without letting go of my ankles, but just as I thought I would have to push him off to keep from suffocating, he finally released me and let me gasp in a few breaths. It was a short lived break though as he grabbed my head and shoved his cock straight down my throat again! This time he didn't hold himself all the way in though. Master just pulled back out and then slammed it in again, grunting loudly with each thrust. Every time he thrust in, I would gag and choke, coughing up more and more slime from my throat every time. It wasn't long before it was drooling out of my mouth and covering Master's cock. He just laughed and pulled out for a second to smear it all over my face before shoving his cock down my throat again. Over and over again, he raped my throat. I wasn't giving him a blowjob again, he was just using me as a hole to fuck. I might have been a fancy fleshlight for him, if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to get so much enjoyment from degrading and abusing me. The worst part was, I was starting to enjoy it. I don't know if it was the feeling of rubbing back and forth across the leather as my throat was pounded, or if it was just the act of being used like such a slut, but my cock was getting hard! I started moaning like a bitch in heat, humping the ottoman, as Master fucked my throat harder and harder, until it finally pushed him over the edge. With a load growl, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat and I felt it pulse, shooting his load straight down my throat. "Fuck yeah faggot take my cock you fucking slut!! Take it whore!!" I was squirming and choking, desperate for air, as he enjoyed the power he had over me. My hard-on quickly disappeared as I struggled, but I held on tight to my ankles until he finally pulled out until just the head of his cock was in my mouth. I gasped for air around his cock, my nose completely plugged with spit from my throatfucking, and slowly I felt my lungs stop burning and my heart rate come down. Master just kept his cock where it was, so I dutifully cleaned it off and sucked out the last of his cum like the good cockslave I was becoming. And when he finally pulled out, I knew what was expected of me, "Thank you for showing your slut how to properly take your cock sir. I appreciate you using me like the slut that I am." He just laughed, "Oh don't worry, you'll have my cock in your throat a lot more often now. By the end of the week, I expect you to be able to deepthroat my cock on your own. I don't think that'll be a problem though. I saw how much you enjoyed it. You were humping the ottoman like slut in heaven!" I could feel my whole body burn in shame again. How could I have enjoyed that treatment?! Master just continued on, "This isn't supposed to be enjoyable for you though. You're just a fuckhole for me to use as I wish, so we'll have to take care of that later. Until then, you are not allowed to cum without my permission. If I even think you have, the punishment will be worse than you can imagine. To remind you of your place for now though, I want you to go grab all of your boxers and throw them out." I slowly climbed down from the ottoman and crawled into the bedroom to gather up all of my boxers. I could always buy new ones, but there wouldn't be much of a point. I wouldn't be allowed to wear them anytime soon, and it definitely wouldn't be worth the risk of Master finding out. Pushing them in front of me, I crawled back into the living room and headed for the kitchen garbage can when he stopped me. "Oh no slut, those need to be thrown out in the garbage can outside. I wouldn't want you to be tempted by them being so close. Don't worry about getting dressed, there PROBABLY won't be anyone out this late." I froze, staring at him. He was serious! I couldn't believe he wanted me to go outside dressed in just a thong, with my face covered in spit and precum from just having my throat fucked! He held up his phone though and I could see the email app open with my picture from the other night in a new message. I couldn't see who it was to, but it really didn't matter. I had no choice and headed for the door, only standing up once I was ready to open it. "Make sure you walk nice and slow slut. I wouldn't want you to trip and hurt yourself out there. Don't worry, I'll be watching." He walked over to the kitchen window where he would have a clear view of me as I walked down the stairs, around the front of the building and over to the other side where the garbage cans were kept. Completely defeated I opened the door and stepped outside onto the dark landing. Luckily the sides of the buildings were in shadow, however the front was a different story. Streetlights lit up the driveway clearly, and anyone walking by would have a clear view of me. Stealing myself, I started down the stairs slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. When I reached the bottom though, I realized I wasn't alone. The back porch light flipped on and I could now see my landlord was sitting there lazily drinking a beer and watching me. "Well, sounds like you had a good time up there slut! You sure look like you did too. I might have to have a chat with your "Master" about how much noise you two make. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement though!" I didn't know what to say as he sat there smirking at me, so I just mumbled a shaky "Yes sir" and started walking around to the garbage cans. Every instinct in me told me to sprint, but I knew he wanted me to walk slowly to add to my humiliation, so I did my best, trying to stay as close to the front wall as possible. Thankfully it actually was late enough that no one was out. I made it all the way to the garbage cans and back to the stairs without anyone spotting me, only to be confronted again with the sight of Randy on the porch watching me. He contented himself with just saying, "Have a good night whore", though and I headed up the stairs after thanking him. When I reached the top the door was open and my Master was standing there waiting for me and blocking the door. I didn't know what to do, but when he pointed at the welcome mat, it seemed clear he wanted me to kneel there. I burned with the further humiliation, but did as ordered. I know he saw Randy sitting down below, but that was probably the point. "You don't look pleased to see me waiting for you slut. And after everything I've done for you today. Maybe you need to remind yourself. I want you to thank me for everything we've done today. In detail, like a good cockslut." At this point, I wasn't even shocked anymore. The humiliation was still just as bad however as I started "thanking" my master. "Thank you Sir, for allowing me to be your cockslut and giving me the honor of worshiping your beautiful cock. Thank you Sir for visiting me during office hours and allowing me to kneel before you and suck your cock right there in the library. Thank you Sir for coming over to my home and using me like the dumb cockwhore I am. Thank you Sir for allowing me to worship your cock during the game and feeding me two loads of your cum while you relaxed and watched. Thank you Sir for showing me how to properly handle your cock by fucking my throat while I laid on the ottoman holding my ankles and trying to be the good cocksucker you deserve. Thank you Sir for the third load you fed directly into my stomach while you let me massage your cock with my throat. And thank you sir, for showing me my place by having me throw out all of my old masculine boxers so that I may wear only slutty thongs as a constant reminder of the cockslave and whore that I am for you." I could hear Randy down below chuckling to himself as my entire body burned bright red in the light from my apartment. Master stepped aside though and allowed me to crawl inside my apartment again, closing the door behind me. "Not bad for a first day slut, but you'll get better. Remember I expect you to be able to take my cock all the way by the end of the week. I've left my address and phone number in your phone. I think you can figure out which one it is. You are to be there before 6 tomorrow morning to wake me up. I have a sliding glass door on the left side of the house which will be unlocked. You are to come inside, strip down to your thong and wake me with your lips around my cock. If you wake me up before that point, I might get startled and make enough noise that my roommates come see what's going on. I don't think you'll want that, so you should probably try and be quiet. My alarm goes off at 6:00 and I had better not be woken up by it. Don't forget, from now on, when you are in this apartment you will never wear anything more than a thong. You're mine now and you will always be ready like the cockwhore you are." With that, he just walked out. I checked my phone to make sure I could find his contact and realized what he meant. The last call was now to MASTER and when I opened his contact not only did I find an address, but he had also added a picture. Whenever he calls me now, a picture of me kneeling in front of him wearing only a thong, with my hands behind my back, his cock in my mouth, and a look of bliss on my face will pop up. I didn't even realize he had taken pictures, but I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. As I was sitting there, I heard voices from outside, and finally realized that my living room windows were open. Randy really could have heard everything that went on! Even worse though, the voices were my Master and Randy talking. I crawled over to the window and peeked over the ledge, but it looked like they had just finished and were saying goodnight. They shook hands and Master left, but I had a really bad feeling that nothing good could have come from that conversation. I would have to worry about that later though. It was already 11pm and I would have to get up by at least 5 to make sure I got to Master's house in time. My throat was already sore, and my knees hurt from crawling and kneeling so much. After a hot shower I crawled into bed, knowing tomorrow was probably going to be a long day. Thank you for reading Sirs! I hope you liked the latest installment! I am always open to comments or ideas, and still looking for an online dom. Just email me at scslut4cock@gmail.com!