My dry spell was over and I was sucking my regulars just like before. As much as I liked giving blowjobs, they seemed rather tame compared to what Bill had been putting me through. I found myself looking forward to each session. It was clear that Bill liked pushing my limits much more than the blowjobs – in fact he is using my addiction to cock to force my cooperation, and every time I was reluctant but pleased with the result.

Bill had taken me way further than I ever thought I would go, and I wondered how much further he would take me. On my next visit I stripped down and went downstairs to find Bill sitting at the desk drinking a beer. There was a second beer mug, which Bill said was for me. I thanked him and reached for it. I noticed that it was warm, and sniffed at it before drinking and realized that it was piss. Bill looked at me, possibly to see what I would do, so I brought the mug to my mouth and sipped it.

"Is is ok?" he asked.

"Just right, Sir," I said, and took a larger sip.

"I've put you through a lot in the last few weeks," Bill said, "are you ok with that?"

"I struggle with each new change," I admitted, "but am glad about it afterward."

"Good," he said, "because there are more new experiences ahead for you."

"I welcome your broadening my horizons, Sir," I confessed, "but have a lot to learn."

"You've learned well so far," said Bill, "and provided much enjoyment for my friends."

"Sir," I said, "I find it very arousing that I'm performing for others."

"I can see from your erection that you are enjoying this," he said, "as soon as you finish your drink we can get started."

I tipped the mug and finished the contents.

Bill told me to get on my knees and jack off, cumming in my beer mug.

"Sir," I inquired, "are you sure – you know how I respond."

"Yes, and that's why," now get jacking!" he said.

Bill stood up and stroked his cock to erection and waved it inches from my mouth, saying, "Here is a little inspiration for you."

I wanted so much to suck him, and Bill would tease me by bringing his cock close enough for me to kiss it, but wouldn't put it in my mouth.

I was sure that something unexpected would happen soon, and that excited me even more. Soon I shot my load into my beer mug.

"Very good, bitch," said Bill, "now how do you feel?"

"Ashamed," I said, "but committed to pleasing you."

"Good, now show me how well you suck, faggot!" Bill said firmly.

"Please, could we wait for that?" I begged.

"No!" directed Bill, "You suck my cock NOW!"

Bill grabbed my head and pulled it to him. I opened my mouth to protest but he plunged his cock in all the way. Holding my head he began to face fuck me. In my current mental state I wanted no part of cocksucking, but that was beyond my choice right now.

I gagged as his cock hit the back of my mouth and Bill said, "Take that faggot – give your sissy mouth to a REAL MAN!" I never expected anything like this, and was a little afraid of what was happening. It was like an oral rape and I could do nothing about it.

Bill was more excited than I had ever seen him before and soon he was filling my mouth with his seed. I had always loved the taste of cum once I became accustomed to its strong taste, but this tasted terrible.
In my current mental state I found cum to be horrible.

"Now swallow it, faggot," Bill said.

I swallowed, as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I think I like you this way," he said.

"I've had enough of this," I said, and got up to leave.

"Suit yourself," Bill said, "but you don't know what you're giving up."

I went upstairs and began to dress. As I did I found my outlook changing, with the shame wearing off and I somehow looked upon the oral rape as very exciting. I took my clothes back off and went back downstairs.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, "Thank you for what you've done. I didn't like it at the time but do now."

"Good," said Bill, "we'll do some more if it, just to set your attitude properly."

Bill told me to pick up the beer mug and go upstairs with him. I looked in the mug and saw my cum mixed in with some of the remaining beer. Bill took me to the kitchen and picked up a pitcher that looked like piss. He refilled my mug and took a spoon out and stirred it, mixing my cum into the piss.

He held the spoon out to me and I opened my mouth, licking it off.

Bill poured the mug into a travel cup and handed it to me. "Drink this on the way home," he ordered.

I thanked Bill and departed. I drank the piss/cum mixture as I drove home, fondly remembering my oral rape. Bill was a wonderfully manly, and I truly admired his manliness as he fucked my mouth.

Finishing, I put a breath mint in my mouth so my wife wouldn't smell the piss on my breath.

That night I chatted with Bill online and he told me to come back and see in a week and that I should not cum until then so I would have a nice big load. He wouldn't tell me anymore about what he had in mind, and I tried to imagine what kind of perversion would involve a big load from me.

I had a very busy week as it seemed that all of my regulars wanted servicing. I was glad to do so, feeling it was my duty to keep them well-drained. I received three blowjob requests from new guys as well. I found myself aroused most of the time, and had to fight my desire to jack off.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)