Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2014 19:54:33 +0000 From: Mark Smith Subject: How I Became a Cocksucker Disclaimer: This story is totally fiction. All characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. "You need to suck them all off." Jason said as he pointed to the main room of the club. "But there must be at over 100 guys there" I replied. "Then you'd better get started...Cocksucker." He emphasised the last word as he always did when he called me that. I sighed and headed for the gloryhole. I knew I had no choice, I'd gotten myself into this situation and now there was no way out. I got down on my knees and waited for the first cock to appear through the hole. I thought about how long its going to take me. Its basically a whole day sucking cock. I'd done marathon suck sessions before but nothing like this. The first cock appeared. Average length but pretty thick. I took it in my mouth and started to work it up and down. Sucking cock had become second nature to me and I began to think about how I'd gotten myself into that situation. Six months ago I had a regular life and a regular job. I've always sucked cock occasionally but to friends and family I was straight and the slutty cocksucker side of me was well hidden. Until I met Jason! I met Jason online, sucked him off at his place. Unusually for most guys he wanted me to stay and chat afterwards – usually they just want me to go once they've dumped a load in me. He asked if I'd thought about earning a living sucking dick. I laughed, said it would be cool but it'll never happen. "Guys don't pay other guys to blow them." I said. "There are just too many cocksuckers like me offering it for free." "What if I could guarantee you an income?" Jason said. His voice had suddenly become low and serious. "You suck dick for me and you'll earn a decent wage." I laughed again. "Are you serious? I don't earn much as it is but surely I'd have to suck loads to come even close?" "Don't worry about that. You interested?" Maybe it was the beers we had earlier, maybe it was just his deadly seriousness but I was interested. I'd always fantasized about this sort of thing but never thought I could make it a reality. I gulped. "Yes." "Great." He replied. "start next week, you'll need to quit your job asap." "What?" I said. "I didn't realise I'd need to do that" "I need you available at a moments notice. Why do you think I'd be paying you?" And that's how it started. I dutifully quit my job and started working at Jason's club. He had a gloryhole put in especially for me. To begin with he'd call me up late afternoon. Ask me to come in to work the gloryhole for a few hours. And that was all it was, a couple of hours on a quiet night I'd suck of 10 guys at the most. The fantasy was turning out to be just as I'd imagined it.But then it started to change. I'd become very popular with the guys and the cub started to get busier. Jason told me to start coming in at 6pm every day. I had to work the gloryhole until close, which could be almost 12 hours from my start time. No breaks, aside from a few moments to wipe myself down between cocks that just kept coming (no pun intended) through that gloryhole.And that's how I got to be where I am now. Tonight its New Years Eve. The club is packed and basically every guy is there to get blown and I'm the cocksucker. I felt the first guy tense up and his cock exploded in my mouth. I swallowed (its Jason's guarantee that I'll always swallow) and the next cock appeared. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking again. Over the next few hours I lost count of how many cocks I sucked. Some big, some small, some pushed it further into my throat when they came, others pulled out and emptied their load over my face. I'd swallowed so much cum that even the big guys just slid down my throat easily, I just relaxed and let it happen. I heard the countdown to midnight and for a brief moment there wasn't a cock in the gloryhole, or my mouth. I started to wipe myself down and reached for a glass of water. The count was over, it was now 2014. I heard a cheer. As it died down the inevitable happened and a big black cock appeared through the gloryhole. I was finishing up my water when Jason noticed a cock not being tended to. He rushed over. "Cocksucker, get your mouth on this dick! Your job here is to suck dick, remember? If there is a cock in this gloryhole then it needs to be in your mouth immediately""Jason," I pleaded, "could I just take 5 minutes and get some air?""At midnight!" He seemed amazed I would even ask. "Not now, I'll give you a break later when the crowd has died down but not right now. Now suck this guys cock before he asks for a refund." I moved back to my position in front of the gloryhole and resumed what I had been doing before. You might wonder why I don't just leave. Well, apart from the two huge doormen on Jason's (who I will no doubt be blowing later) he has also been filming me. When I asked for a weekend off a few weeks back he refused and told me he would send the footage and pictures to my parents. I was stuck. The next few hours were a blur of cock and cum. I started to feel bloated from all the cum I had swallowed, my lips were bright red and raw and the rest of me was covered in the cum of those who chose to shoot over me instead. After one particularly enthusiastic and vocal guy had emptied his balls in me Jason came over. "Go on cocksucker, take that break but I need you back here in 10 minutes. Some of the guys have got a second load they want to get rid of." I went to stand up but my knees were a bit shaky. Slowly and holding onto things for support I made my way out the back. One of the bar girls, Laura, was out there, also on her break. "Hi Cocksucker." She said chirpily. Jason had told all the staff to call me that, I don't think anyone knew my real name. "How is it going back there? Busy one tonight, you look a mess. I don't know how you do it, I don't even like sucking off my boyfriend." I smiled and mumbled something about getting used to it. I made my way to the back door, I needed some fresh air after just smelling spunk for god knows how many hours. I could feel the cum slosh around in my stomach. The cool air felt good but it made the cum start to dry on my skin. After what only felt like 30 seconds I heard Jason's voice calling me to come back. I headed back to the gloryhole, I noticed a queue had started to build. I got onto my knees and started sucking again. I don't know how much longer I was sucking for but by the end I was just resting my forehead against the wall and letting them push their cocks in and out. I was so tired. Then the final cock came and pulled out of my mouth. I expected a second to take its place but it never came. My jaw ached as I closed my mouth, I swallowed the residual cum in my mouth and sat back. I could see from the clock on the wall it was 4am. I had been sucking dick almost non-stop for 8 hours. Jason came over to me. He looked pleased. "Amazing cocksucker." He beamed. "I knew you could do it, I was a bit worried to begin with but I knew if anyone could suck off all those guys it'd be you. I'd hug you if you weren't covered in cum." I was pleased. That was about as close to a compliment I'd ever heard from Jason. "Get yourself home." He said. "and get some well-deserved rest." I smiled at him and rose, shakily, to my feet. I started to walk out of the club, just as I got to the door Jason called to me. "Happy new year, cocksucker." He called. "After your performance last night its going to be a really good year." I smile at him again. I knew what that meant, me sucking more cock and more often. At that point I didn't really care, I just wanted to get home. I turned to open the door. "Oh and one more thing cocksucker." Jason called after me. "I need you back at 6 tonight, we've got a football team in...as well as the usual regulars so make sure you are cleaned up and ready to go. OK?" I nodded. I didn't have much of a choice. I'd become the main attraction for what was a failing club and I'd traded in my old life for this. I had become a full time cocksucker.