Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 02:28:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: ericblair128@yahoo.com
Subject: Wrong House Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction depicting acts between legal adults, this is
purely a fantasy and should not be perceived as anything anyone should do
in real life.  In real life these acts would be a gross violation of a
person's body and a crime.  Do not attempt any acts represented in this
story in real life.  Thank you, and happy Whacking.  If you like this story
let me know if you want more.  Email: ericblair128@yahoo.com

I woke up in pure darkness, I felt so disgusting at the moment.  My cum was
now caked and hardened on my face, leaving a nasty film and his cum had
stopped oozing out of my asshole and was caking around my legs and ass
cheeks.  I had a lot to think about what had happened just... how many
hours ago was that? How long have I been here? It is nearly impossible to
tell time.

That penetration kept swirling around in my brain.  Why did I get so hard
to that?  Why did it make me cum? Why did it start feeling so good?  I
remembered walking with my girlfriend and seeing two men kiss, I would
quietly make a snarky comment to her at their expense and we would both
laugh.  Now here I am freshly fucked by a guy with a massive cock, and
what's worse, the more I think about it, the harder I feel myself getting
again.  No woman ever made me cum the way he did when I was tied up like
that, and the thought of that cock pumping in and out of my ass,
remembering the feeling, the bizarre sensation of his cum blasting through
my insides it was too much to take.

I didn't even realize it, but while I was thinking about that fucking last
night I began stroking my dick.  When I realized what I was doing I made
myself stop.  I'm not a fag, I definitely don't want to catch myself
jacking off to the thought of being fucked by a guy.  But every time the
memory of his massive cock stretching my asshole in just that way and the
feel of that button deep inside of me he kept pushing every time he
bottomed out, it just got me hornier and hornier... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING
ON!?

I didn't have too much time to think about it though, because at that
moment the lights cut on.  They were really bright and after spending such
a long time lost in a sea of complete black, the sudden burst of light
completely blinded me. The light was such a shock and left me in such
disarray that I didn't notice the door opening. Another massive shock
struck as I was hit with a splash of freezing cold water.  It was so cold
and unexpected I let out a scream.

I was so disoriented that my captor was able to grab me and forced my hands
into a set of cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  I suddenly heard "click,
click, click" as my hands were pulled over my head, I was hanging, again
helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me.

"Good morning, faggot!" the familiar voice said.  "I hope you slept well.
Now we need to take care of a few things.  This place stinks like sex, and
you have a nasty film of cum all over you.  We can't have my favorite new
sex toy nasty when it comes time to show it off to my friends can we?"

My eyes finally became clear, and I looked at him, he was holding the spray
nozzle of a hose.  Then his face curved to a cruel smile I was already far
too familiar with as he turned it on.  The water was unbearably cold and he
was relentless with the stream.  He finally stopped and I had a chance to
speak: "You can't use warm water, or better yet, let me use a shower like a
human being?"

"Yes," he replied, "but like you said, showers are for human beings.
You're a faggot."

Then he pulled out a bottle of body wash and poured some in his hands.  He
walked up to me and started rubbing the soap all over my body.  His hands
were firm and rough and he deeply massaged the body wash into every crevice
of my body.  I caught myself closing my eyes and actually enjoying it, but
I, again, had to stop myself and remind myself who was doing it.

"Stop calling me faggot. I'm not gay." I said.

"You have some mouth on you, we'll deal with that soon enough." He said as
he kept rubbing that body wash all over my body.  "Before the end of the
day, you'll learn that the only thing that mouth of yours is for is saying
`yes master', `no master' and sucking my big, beautiful cock.  Also, you're
not a faggot? Sure had me fooled last night as that glorified clitoris you
call a dick turned into a cum geyser with my big, beautiful cock buried
deep in that tight little ass of yours."

At the last part, he reached down and I felt his warm, soapy hand wrap
around my cock.  "I bet you like one aspect of the cold water... it helps
you lie to yourself."

I didn't even respond, he just calmly walked behind me and I felt his hands
grabbing my ass cheeks. He kept squeezing and groping them, and I felt his
fingers moving closer and closer to my asshole.  Then he shoved a finger
deep in my asshole.  I just let out a simple grunt. He started turning that
finger left and right and formed it into a hook.  It was feeling really
good.

"Hmmm, not so bad now is it.  You are such a little cock whore, and I can
already tell how hungry this ass is... looks like your cock is giving you
away again, time to stop lying to yourself."

He pulled his finger out and looked at it. "Mmmm, a nice, clean asshole,
perfect for my big, beautiful cock.  Here taste." At that he shoved his
finger, the one that was just in my ass into my mouth.  I started sucking
on it, I can't even explain why, it was just like a natural reflex.

"Haha, I didn't even tell you to suck on it.  See, I told you, you were a
faggot.  You were put on this earth to serve real men, and by the time I'm
done with you, that's all you will want to do."

He walked away and turned on the hose again to rinse off the soap.  After
the water was off, he took a towel to me and dried me off.  Then he walked
out the door.  He left me chained up, unable to do anything.  Part of me
was nervous he would never come back, but he came in a couple of minutes
later with some sort of device in his hand.  It was a collar.  He closed it
around my neck and I heard him close a latch with a click.

"This collar is locked around your neck.  The only way it's coming off is
with a key." He said matter-of-factly. I don't carry it with me, but I know
where it is.  "This is an important part of your training.  I call it the
carrot and the stick approach. Carrots will come in different forms
depending on my mood, and this is the stick." At that, he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a little remote control.  He pushed the button and a
massive bolt of electricity shot through my body, it was pure agony.

"That was to show you how it works.  And this is for that nasty mouth of
yours."  He pressed the button again and the bolt shot through me again.
He held it longer than the first time until I begged him to stop.  "The
only things I want to hear come out of that cum receptacle of yours is `Yes
Master' or `No Master' do you understand?"

"Yeah," another massive bolt of electricity, "AHHH! Yes, master."

He smiled and simply said: "Good." He undid my cuffs and I came to the
ground I gently rubbed my wrists and looked at him.  Afraid of what he
would do next, wondering what he wanted me to do next.  "Follow me."

I walked behind him, nervous, this man is the single most horrifying human
I have ever met.  I really wanted to get out of here, but with this shock
collar on I didn't know how I was going to do that. Plus I can't really
walk around naked outside, it has been at least a full day without wearing
so much as a thread of clothing.  We entered the living room and before I
stepped on the rug in the middle of the room he said curtly, "Stop!"  I
obediently stopped, not wanting another jolt of electricity.

He walked up to a recliner turned around and sat down.  He looked at me and
looked at the ground and shouted "Hands and knees!" I fell down to my knees
and then fell forward on my hands.  I just stared at the floor, I couldn't
look at him.

"Look at me!" he shouted, I didn't move, I wasn't even listening to him.
"Do you want the stick again!? Look at me!"  I slowly lifted my head and
looked at him.  He had a bizarre serious and angry look in his face.  He
pointed at the ground in front of him and shouted: "Crawl!"

From the edge of the rug to the recliner was only a few feet, but it might
as well have been a mile, I had so many bizarre emotions flowing through my
body as I slowly made each step.  I reached the recliner and slowly moved
toward that massive bulge in his pants.

"I didn't even direct you to my big, beautiful bulge.  Are you done lying
to yourself that you're not my little man cunt?"

I stopped, realizing that he was right, he didn't tell me to move for his
cock. I looked up to him, he had a big evil grin on his face and he simply
said, "Why don't you smell it, get a good noseful of that magnificent musk.
Know what a real man smells like."

I slowly moved my face down next to that massive bulge, it wasn't even an
inch from the tip of my nose and knowing what he said I took a deep breath.
The smell was emanating through the sheer material of his pants.  The smell
wasn't that bad almost kind of... nice.

"You can't get a smell like that," He said, "here, let me make this easier
for you." He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me face first into the
bulge.  I could feel the outline of his cock at this point and I could tell
that he was already rock hard, and I remember how big that member was from
last night. The smell was intense, and was filling my head.

"Okay, I think it is time for it to get some air. Take it out and get a
good look at it in the daylight."

I slowly reached up, accidentally touching his bulge as my hands moved,
that cock was like granite.  I slowly grabbed the waste band and started
pulling.  Just like last night, I got the waste band to below the balls and
released them to let them prop the balls up.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I couldn't believe that I was looking at
another man's cock.

"I wish you could see your face right now, the total face of a cock hungry
faggot." That brought me back to reality.  I started to move away.  "If you
move a millimeter further from my big, beautiful cock, you will get the
stick again.  Tread carefully." I started to move my face again toward that
massive member.

"Give the balls a kiss, they are important, they provide you with the
delicious seed." Fear (and a bit of excitement) gripped me, and I slowly
moved toward the ballsack and soon there was no space separating us.  I
pressed my lips to the warm soft flesh of his ball sack and kissed.  Once
again a weird autopilot took over and I kissed higher on his ball sack, and
then higher, and then I reached his big, beautiful cock (I can't believe I
just called it by his term) and pressed my lips to the base of his shaft.

"Mmmmm..." I heard him moan.

I kissed a little higher, and a little higher, and a little higher until I
reached the pink mushroom head.  I froze.

"Keep going..." he said, "you know what comes next."

I didn't move, too scared, filled with too many emotions boiling to the
surface at once.

"DO IT NOW, SLAVE!"

I still couldn't move. Then... ZZZAAAPPP. The pain was excruciating, and I
fell face forward feeling the pink cock head smear precum on my eye.

"DON'T MAKE ME DO IT AGAIN! BE A GOOD FAGGOT AND DO IT!"

I got back up on my knees, and, hand trembling took hold of his big
beautiful cock.  The skin was soft, yet the cock was rock hard, I felt a
strange surge of power and energy emanate from it.  That gave me a strange
compulsion, almost more than the fear of the stick again.  I knew what I
had to do.

I opened my mouth and closed it around that big beautiful cock head.  I
remembered it from last night, but it still wasn't any easier.  His cock
filled my mouth beyond I could handle, without the metal gag in my mouth, I
had to watch my teeth, fearing how bad that stick would be if I hurt him in
any way I slowly slid it further and further into my mouth until it hit the
back.  The gag was intense, I started to pull away but he grabbed the back
of my head and held it in place.

"Try and relax," he said, almost in a calm and understanding tone, "You
will lose that gag reflex in time, but you need to push it."

I found by holding me, my throat relaxed, and the gagging went away.  I
slid up and moved back down, he relaxed his hand and leaned back relaxing
more, letting me fuck my face on his big, beautiful cock.  The warmth, the
bumps the ridges, the taste, it was all getting easier and he was enjoying
it all the way.  I soon felt his cock grow even bigger, and I knew what
that meant.  I started to pull off when he grabbed the back of my head and
forced me back down.

"Take it! Take it all! And swallow every drop!"

At that moment his cock erupted in my mouth and I had to guzzle the cum as
it flowed like a fire hose. I didn't even have time to taste it.  Finally
it stopped and his hand released from my head.  I pulled off of his cock
and looked up at him.  I calmly licked my lips and swallowed a few more
times to get the film off from coating my mouth and throat.  The aftertaste
wasn't that bad.

He smiled down at me.  That's a good boy.  Come with me.  He walked down
the hallway and up the stairs, opening a door.  There was a bedroom behind
the door.

"Here is your carrot.  Lay on the bed speadeagle."

I layed on the bed, arms and legs out.  He took cuffs from the corners, and
cuffed my hands and feet.  Click... click... click... and I couldn't move.

"Your carrot is you get to lay on a soft bed.  Try and make yourself
comfortable.  We have company coming very soon."

At that statement, he covered my eyes in a blindfold and I heard him walk
out the door.