Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 08:47:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steve889
Subject: My Life as a Cocksucker Part 4 by Steve 889

My Life as a Cocksucker     Part 4           By Steve889


After a long and exhaustive weekend, and constant servitude on the ride
home, it was more than apparent to me there was no substitute for my love
of sucking cock and eating cum. Dave made sure that my addiction to sucking
was used to his and his friends advantage. My lips, mouth and throat were
slightly raw from all the cocksucking and sperm swallowing I endured. They
made me keep a slave collar on until I was dropped off at my driveway.

Dave had also introduced me to anal sex, and I found it a somewhat painful
way to drain a man's balls dry. But at least it gave my mouth a rest from
the constant oral assaults.

On the way home each guy took turns butt-fucking me in the back of the
RV. Ed was the first, fucking me deep with me on my back and my legs up
over his shoulders. He would say with each stroke
"You...ass...was...made...to fuck...deep...cocksucker", or
"take..my..load..bitch" as he s and ot off deep in my rectum. The deep fuck
was satisfying, if a little painful, as he got off and I fulfilled my role
as a cum dump. It seemed each guy liked to shoot deep, whether it was my
down my throat, or up my guy pussy.

   Oh, I forgot to say, to my dismay, almost all my cocksucking and anal
fucking was video recorded.  More than just one copy of my servitude
existed, as everyone used their phones and cameras to record their own
episode. What was really humiliating was some was played back while each
guy was using me in the RV. So I was hearing or seeing myself getting face
fucked, or swallowing a load, or thanking each guy for their cum. It was
easy to see by anyone watching the video that my gratitude was authentic
and not something that was forced upon me. Everyone's favorite video from
the trip was when each guy jacked off over a large picture of my wife, and
I was told to lick each drop off the photo. It was extremely humiliating to
lick the cum up, swallow, and continue while looking at her smiling face. I
had to lick the glass over the photo clean before they were
satisfied. Their laughter and comments somehow stay with me now, even when
not sucking.  I only can hope these videos stays off the internet, or never
gets back to my wife and straight friends somehow.


   Some of the guys liked me bent over, some face up, but all deep fucked
me hard without any consideration for my discomfort, as it should be. My
anus was leaking cum, dripping on the towel placed under me, as each guy
used the cum from the previous nut to lubricated them for the next fuck. I
mouth cleaned each guy out of respect for giving me their sperm. Rob, the
last guy to fuck me was so exhausted from deep boning me; I just had to
give him an extra long milking, even seal sucking his spent cock for some
time, while he softly caressed my head. He told me that he wanted to dick
me at least once a week when we got back as his wife didn't like anal sex,
and I was made to drain his cock. I looked up with a smile and licked his
balls clean as well. I hoped to become his regular cum-sucker in the near
future.


It was difficult to be dropped off at home and having to face the
wife. After all I just spent the last 4 days being the personal cocksucker
to several hung guys.
  I greeter her with a long kiss and hug. It was strange to kiss her with
the same lips and mouth that by my count had sucked 35 times and swallowed
every load gratefully shot off near my mouth. I excused myself telling my
wife I was really tired and needed a shower and some rest. While true, I
just couldn't be near her right now, as all I could think about was the
smell of balls, cock, and cum, and Dave's instructions to be at his place
later today as he needed to be drained. I washed up, took a 3 hr nap. I
awoke to find my wife gone shopping, and a note telling me she was going to
have dinner with a girlfriend and should tend to myself. I made some coffee
and checked my cell phone. There was a text from Dave with just the message
"4pmFT.  I was used to suck messages as his personal cocksucker. It's was
reassuring actually. It was now 2:30 pm; I finished up my coffee, shaved,
and got dressed.  I got hard thinking about his short terse message. It
meant 4pm feeding time.

I knew not to be late, or even early, showing up precisely at 4.

"Take your clothes off cocksucker" Dave said while removing his pants. "
crawl over here and make sure to make it last, I want you to earn your
lunch"

I lowered myself to the floor and crawled toward his now spread legs, happy
that again I was needed to please him orally.

"Lick my balls while I tell me how you why you surrendering your ass
virginity to me last weekend. What a cocksucking faggot, ass-licker, and
now fuck-hole for alpha males you are. I bet you think that's a beautiful
description?"

"It's accurate sir' I replied

I stuck my tongue out and tasted his scrotum, sniffing it too, as the scent
was now as addicting as the taste of hot fresh cum.

"We need to have this discussion.  Do you know why I fucked you last
weekend, and why everyone else dropped their loads inside your ass?" Dave
said.

"To signify ownership, and remind me of my station now" I replied while
making sure not to stop more than a second to answer while licking his full
balls.

Laughing he responded "Big words for a lowly cocksucker, That's partly why,
but it seemed at times that you showed signs that you still think of
yourself as a man, and we know different don't we?"

I made the error of looking up and giving a puzzled look, even stopping my
licking of his nuts.

WACK across the face with the back of his left hand, I fell backward hard
across the floor, I was scared and somewhat embarrassed as I didn't even
try to defend myself. I mumbled that I was sorry for looking up and for not
licking like I was told.

"Look cocksucker" Dave said while now standing over me. " Did you feel like
a man when my first entered you, while I was deep fucking you while you
were tied up? Did you feel like a man when you slept with my load dripping
out if your anus and the taste of cum was in your mouth?  You are not just
a cocksucker now, Your My Cocksucker, and I can do whatever I want to or
with you. Understand?

I quivered with the words, the sting on my cheek, and the knowledge that my
sex life, future and existence no longer belonged to me.

"Did that hurt, good, Now you can say you're sorry by licking around my
asshole, and do it like your life depends on pleasing me, which it does"
Dave said as he again sat down lifting his legs high to give me access to
his lower crotch.

"Look at my hole and try and imagine it's your hole obscenely stretched and
leaking multiple loads of man cream. You really don't have to imagine do
you, we have lots of video of what it looks like don't we. That's what we
remember when we look at you. I bet that gets you hard doesn't it?

I just buried my face and tongue between his legs and licked with intensity
only a true cum slave who has found his place in life could reach. Dave's
involuntary moans became louder, and he reached down with one large hand
and grabbed my head, holding it in place. Not really necessary as I had no
intention of moving. He just was showing his natural dominance, and it was
exciting to be held while giving such intimate oral service. The smell, the
feel, the taste, the place, sucking around a man's asshole just can't be
duplicated in any other sexual act.

I entered that zone that only a true cocksucker can appreciate. Nothing
else matters, you feel no pain, or discomfort. You don't remember what you
were doing 10 minutes ago, or where you will be in an hour.  Nothing
matters but the next poke with your tongue in and around his anus, or the
sucking of the bottom of his balls. I do think of the sweet cum that you be
ingesting soon, but the thought is bittersweet as well, as it means reality
sets back in, and you will no longer be servicing until his next hard on,
or another member of this new club you now belong to, needs or orders you
to begin again the slow work up to another monumental nut inside your now
public mouth.  The feeling of gratitude that I'm allowed to provide
continual service to one or more guys without any reciprocation, and only
their cum as a reward, is itself a bliss or heaven like existence, even if
each time only lasts 30 or 40 minutes. No guy can last longer than that
with my talented tongue.

I was awakened from my shallow thoughts by Dave moving his legs down, and
saying "seal suck time, now!"

   "Yes sir" I replied as he pointed the now pre-cum covered head of a very
erect 8 inch penis

   I licked the cum covered head first to remove the sweetness, and damn
did it taste good. Then taking a deep breath, I slowly took the entire
length, pausing half way before continuing deep until his balls touched my
lower lip. He wrapped his thighs around my head, and pressed the back of my
head with his hands, holding me securely between his legs.

   "This is where you belong, cocksucker" he whispered softly into my ear
and he leaned forward.

  Holding my breath, and feeling the softness of his cockhead and shaft
deep in my mouth and throat, I couldn't agree more.

The next Day.

   Dave had asked me to write down my inner thoughts about being a
cocksucker for him and his friends.  He said, "You should see in writing,
and be able to read aloud to everyone, why it is that you have become a
lowly slave to cock".

   This is what I've written so far...

I haven't written about the humiliating aspect of my servitude, or just
being a cocksucker in general. For me being used this way, being at the low
end of the sexual hierarchies, just goes with the territory.  Being called
faggot, cocksucker, or other names, seems natural, and even
complimentary. It certainly keeps me mentally in place. I like the
validation, and the reminder that I am most certainly not anyone's equal
(unless it's another cocksucker). I even like to envision that I am even
lower than other cocksucker's.  When I started sucking, I was the
cocksucker of a glory hole cocksucker. He would suck cock for a few hours,
swallowing several loads of cum. He then called me over to suck his cock
dry through the glory hole he has set up in his home. To this day we've
never actually met. I told him it excited me to know that I was low enough
to be a cocksucker's cocksucker. After he nuts, he allows me to jack off
while mouthing his spent cock. He calls me cocksucker over and over again
with a certain disdain in his voice until I shoot on the wall separating
us. He told me once; it's good for his psyche that he knows there is at
least one person he feels superior to. I like to think he is right, and
that there is no one lower than myself sexually. And coming in air pussy by
my own hand seems like the only way a cocksucker like me should be allowed
to orgasm.

   No matter what my station in life is, how much money I've earned, what
quality of education I've obtained, it all pales into insignificance when
I'm on your knees, face buried into some guys crotch, and his cock is
driving itself relentlessly down my throat. My entire existence at that
moment is centered on emptying the bloated sperm filled balls of my
feeder. Holding, caressing, licking and sucking his cum filled balls is as
enjoyable for me as swallowing a cock to its base.
   I've accomplished great things in my life, raised a family, built a
successful business, been a pillar in my community, but nothing means more
to me than the moment, when someone I have the privilege of sucking, cums
in my mouth.  It truly seems like a privilege or an honor when the first
squirt of liquid spills on my tongue. It's validation of all the hard work
and practice.  The larger the load, the more accomplished I feel. My most
cherished memories are when my head is lightly pushed down just at that
wonderful moment of ejaculation. I love the feeling when a few drops escape
my lips. I Swallow the load and enjoy returning to the base to lick clean
those first few drops of precious sperm. Suckling and licking the softening
cock is, and always will be a relaxing and enjoyable ending to any blowjob
I give.

   There is just something, submissive, deeply moving about a load shooting
into my mouth. It's an addition really. Like a nasty faucet that you don't
want to have turned off.  It excites me even more if the guy wants me to
use me again to get off twice. I get off knowing his balls where truly
emptied inside my stomach. If the guy is married, after seeing me, his wife
is not going to get laid that evening. His loads were already mine. I think
my ability to deep throat is a god given ability that should not be wasted,
like the ability to play sports, or being musically talented, or even being
a financial wizard. The ability to take a cock deep and be able to lick
someone balls at the same time, is a gift. I try and keep my throat
stretched to be able to provide for a soft deep place for a feeder to shoot
their load.

Most dominate guys just want to get off. It's rare to find someone who
understands the mental aspect of my particular fetish. I enjoy being put
into my place as their cocksucker. Dave understands this, and using it to
his advantage, he has made me his own. I am grateful to that, and will
continue until he says otherwise.

Part 5       The basement party