The next day I drove to Bill's house and went to the door. There was a note on the door that said, "Jim – The door is unlocked. Come in and take off your clothes, then come downstairs."

I took the note off the door and went in. I took my clothes off and laid them on a chair, and walked downstairs naked. I got to the bottom of the stairs and Bill called out, "I'm in here."

I followed his voice and found him in a room with a desk with a computer and a couple of odd looking wooden structures, which I later learned were bondage frames.

He had a video camera on a tripod and he asked, "Are you ready to formally submit to me?"

"I don't understand," I said.

"It's like what you said on your knees to me," said Bill, "but for the camera this time."

"No camera," I said, "I'm married and this is a secret."

"I'm not going to expose you to your wife," Bill said. He took out his cock and told me to hold it in my hands. I took it in both my hands and loved the way it felt.

"Everything you do for me will be voluntary – you have to decide," he continued, "Now do you want my cock or not?"

"Yes, I want it," I pleaded, "but please don't make me do it for the camera."

Bill pulled back and put his cock away. "No problem," he said, "I guess you aren't ready – let me know if you change your mind."

"I'll do it!" I said, speaking without thinking.

"Good," said Bill, "I know this is a big step for you, but you will be better for it."

Bill positioned me on my knees and adjusted the camera. "Now I want you to say the same thing you did after you sucked me, but begin with 'I' and state your real name. When you are finished you will kiss my cock for the camera."

"My real name?" I protested.

"Yes, your real name – and don't lie to me, or it's over!" insisted Bill.

"Ok, I'm ready," I said.

Bill started the camera and told me to hold his cock as I made my submission to him. As I did, I knew that I was giving Bill some really incriminating video that would destroy me if my wife ever saw it.

After I kissed Bill's cock he told me to remain there while he left the room. I heard him go upstairs and then return. He put something in a scanner and ran the scan. Afterwards he took it out, looked at it and handed it to me.

"I'm glad you didn't lie about your name," he said, as I realized it was my driver's license.

This had gone further than I had ever anticipated. I would never have agreed to this, yet I was here voluntarily, doing things I would never have imagined I would.

"Are you going to blackmail me?" I asked.

"I don't plan to," he said, "this is simply part of your submission to me."

"I don't understand," I replied.

"In submitting to me," Bill explained, "You are voluntarily doing things you wouldn't normally choose to do. I will get your cooperation entirely voluntarily, without blackmail, because you are a cocksucker."

Then it all became clear to me. Bill knew I was addicted to cock and would do whatever he wanted or he wouldn't let me suck him. I felt uneasy about where this was going – so far it hasn't been too bad, but this is just the beginning.

"Are you ready to blow me?" Bill asked.

"Yes!" I replied, eager for what I had come here for.

Bill moved me near his computer and started typing. "Today you are going to blow me while my friends watch on the webcam," he said.

"Are you willing to do this?" Bill asked.

I knew that I had to agree, and really wanted his cock, so I agreed.

Bill adjusted the webcam and microphone and told me I had to state that I was doing this voluntarily and hoped the viewers would enjoy the show.

I did so, realizing that this was not just a blowjob, but a performance. I don't know why, but I found this exciting, and was fully erect. Bill noticed and commented on it, and had me stand to show my erection in the webcam.

Back on my knees, Bill positioned himself so that the cam could clearly see me sucking his cock. Throughout the blowjob Bill was extremely vocal, humiliating me with phrases like, "you need this, don't you?" and "you're a damn good cocksucker" and "suck that cock, you faggot".

Nobody had ever talked to me like that before, and I didn't like it, but as we continued I realized that they were all true – just not very nice.

"I'm ready!" Bill declared, and told me to hold my mouth open. He pulled out and stroked his cock, shooting his load into my open mouth, and getting a few squirts on my face.

"Open your mouth and show the camera your load," he said. I turned to the camera and opened my mouth wide, showing the world the Bill's cum in my mouth.

"Now swallow and do it again," he said. I swallowed and displayed my empty mouth.

Bill shut off the webcam and told me that 23 people had seen my performance and I did really well for the first time.

"Do you drink piss?" asked Bill.

"No, I won't do that," I insisted.

"Well, not just yet," he said, "but you will."

I was sure he would never get me to do that, but decided not to challenge him.

"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.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)