I 'm Daryl, a young guy caught in my sister's web. She's a dominatrix, and loves to dominate guys, making them do things they wouldn't do on their own – especially humiliating things. On my twelfth birthday Donna asked if I was jacking-off yet, but I told her it was none of her business. The fact is I couldn't cum yet but played with myself a lot – sometimes pulling myself until it hurt. Many friends my age could cum, so I knew I'd be soon.

Donna said, "Now listen, little brother, when you do start cumming, you'll be doing it while thinking about girls or looking at magazines – that's pretty tame stuff – I can give you some real inspiration."

In a few months I was cumming and jacking off every chance I could. I didn't have any girlie magazines but I'd think about girls at school and Donna's big tits. She would flash her bare tits at me from time to time just to tease me. I really wanted to get a better look or maybe even touch them.

Donna would continue to ask me if I was jacking-off yet, and I finally admitted it. Next, she surprised me by asking, "Do you swallow your cum?"

"Why the hell would I do that?" I responded. Donna just laughed and shook her head. "What?" I asked.

"I suppose you're just too young to know," Donna answered, "But swallowing your cum makes you mature faster – puts hair on your chest and makes your cock grow."

"Really?" I asked, amazed at this revelation. Donna just nodded and reminded me that she knew alot about male development. She nearly always had guys around her, so it sure seemed that she should know.

It may seem that I'm a real dumb-ass for falling for something as stupid as this, but I wasn't even thirteen, and my Donna was my favorite jack-off fantasy, so she was very persuasive.

"Give it a try," urged Donna, "Next time you jack-off, shoot into your hand and then lick it up – try to do it right away before you change your mind."

"I don't know," I said, "That sounds pretty strange."

"Do it for me, Daryl, and I'll show you more than my tits," Donna said, "What can it hurt?"

She had a point – it wouldn't hurt to try in private. I didn't understand the part about changing my mind until I tried it. The next time I jacked-off I thought about swallowing my cum and imagined Donna urging me on. It didn't take long to cum and I shot a big load into my hand. Then it happened – I lost my nerve. As I came, I thought about eating my cum, then suddenly I wasn't able to. I wiped cum from my hand with a tissue and threw it away.

The next time Donna saw me she asked if I'd done it and I hung my head in shame and confessed that I wasn't able to.

"It's not surprising," she said, "You have to be pretty determined to do it – that's why some guys are more manly than others – it's not for everyone."

"What can I do then?" I asked, "I tried but it all just changes when I cum?"

"I could help you," Donna said, "But I have to be there when you do it."

"Jacking-off is really private," I replied, "I'm not sure I could even do it with anyone watching."

"How about if I was naked?" she said, "You might find that inspiring." Donna gave me a mischievous smile. Jacking off looking at Donna naked sure sounded good to me, and I quickly agreed. We set it up for after school tomorrow, and later I jacked off just thinking about it. Once again I was unable to swallow my cum, but hoped that would change soon.

It was hard to focus on my work in school the next day – I thought about seeing Donna naked and spent most of the day hard. I had to hold my books in front of me when I stood up. After school I hurried home to find Donna wearing only a robe.

"This comes off when you're naked," she said, and I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough! When Donna took hold of my cock and squeezed it, my knees got weak. "First you gotta promise me that you'll swallow your cum, no matter what."

"I promise," I affirmed, at this point willing to say anything to see Donna naked.

Donna removed her robe and told me to get on my knees. She stood close to me and let me kiss her tits. I kissed between her tits and down her chest, pausing at her navel and pressing my face to her pussy, which felt wet on my face. "Be a good boy and you'll be kissing a lot more than that!" Donna assured me, as she turned around and I kissed her skin as she moved. I was now kissing her buns as I stroked feverishly.

Donna stepped away and turned, holding up her tits. "You're getting close," she said, "Make sure you catch every drop."

In less than a minute I came strongly, shooting my load into my hand. I looked forward to eating my cum for Donna, but now that I'd cum I felt differently.

"Eat it now!" directed Donna. Something about her commanding nature took hold and I put my hand to my mouth, licking up my cum. "Now swallow," she continued, "Right now!"

I did, surprised how much easier it was with Donna "helping".

"How was that?" Donna asked.

"Pretty bad tasting," I replied.

"It gets better with practice," she assured me. I wondered how she knew so much about this, but then remembered that she had experience with many boys. I supposed that she took charge with every one of them. For reasons I didn't really understand, I really enjoyed Donna's direction – it sure got me off!

"Now that you've done it," she asked, "Think you can do it on your own now?"

I wasn't sure, but I knew I wanted more "inspiration" from Donna. "I think I'll need your help," I replied, "At least for a while."

"Okay," said Donna, "Two more times, then you do it yourself."

That night I jacked-off thinking about Donna, bringing my cum-filled hand to my mouth afterward. I paused, timid about going further, but then remembered Donna's commanding presence, and forced myself to lick it up and swallow.

I was glad I could do it on my own, but still looked forward with more time with Donna.

The next day Donna stood before me and spread her feet apart. She spread her pussy lips and told me to kiss her there. She directed me and soon I was licking her clitty, and eager to learn all I could about female anatomy. Donna got really excited as I licked, but I soon I came. Donna pulled back and fingered herself while ordering me to eat my cum, which I gladly did. Just as she had told me, the taste got a little better with practice.

"If you're a good boy," Donna said, "I'll let you lick me all the way."

My mind was in a fog from all of this, but I had no doubt that I'd do whatever Donna wanted.

The next day Donna had me jack-off with my tongue in her ass crack. That might sound really disgusting, but at the time it was a real turn-on. I eagerly swallowed my cum, hoping Donna would teach me a lot more.

For the next week I jacked off on my own, easily swallowing every load. I told Donna that I really wanted to cum with her some more. She told me that she would have something special for me the next day. I tried to imagine what would be next – I thought about a lot of kinky things when I jacked-off that night.

The next day I got home, and Donna was in her robe, but told me I'd need to wait because she had someone else joining us. I thought it would be one of her girlfriends, and was surprised to see Brian, one of her many guys.

Donna introduced us and removed her robe, then told us both to undress. We did and stood naked before her – each semi-hard. Donna took hold of both our cocks and said, "Are you boys ready to do what I want?"

Our arousal mounting, we both nodded our heads in agreement. "I'm glad you boys are so obedient, now Brian, I want you to suck off Daryl."

"Please mistress, not that," begged Brian. Donna let go of Brian’s cock and took hold of his balls and squeezed, causing him to howl with pain.

"Sorry you feel that way," she said, "I think we're done here."

"Oh please mistress," Brian pleaded, "Give me another chance – I'm sorry – I'll do what you say."

"Last chance then," Donna replied, "But now you have to beg to suck Daryl."

Brian hesitated, but then said, "Please let me suck your cock, Daryl."

Donna looked at me and nodded, and I said, "You may suck me."

Brian dropped to his knees and soon I was getting my first blowjob. It was far better than jacking-off, and I loved it. While it seemed like Donna was doing me a favor, I realized that it was probably mostly about humiliating Brian.

Soon I came in Brian's mouth and Donna ordered him to swallow and to thank me.

Brian did, and then hung his head in shame. I knew what he'd done was really gay, and he had good reason to be ashamed. At the same time I could understand how Donna manipulated him into doing it. After all, I'd been manipulated too, and loved it, wanting more.

Donna ordered Brian to come suck me every day for the next week while she watched. As the end of the week approached I wondered what would be next. Afterward she told us to return the next day, and this day I had to blow Brian. I sure didn't want to, but didn't want to anger Donna, so I quickly got to my knees and sucked him. I'd never expected this and was surprised at how Brian felt in my mouth – I found that I liked it, and sucked him eagerly to completion. Feeling his hot load shooting into my mouth – the taste was similar to mine, but since I hadn't cum yet, I liked it a lot better! For the next week I sucked Brian every day while Donna watched and fingered herself off.

Strangely, I found myself thinking about cocksucking as I jacked-off each night. I started out thinking about Donna, naked and fingering herself, but soon I found myself thinking about sucking Brian, and cumming as he unloaded in my mouth.

After a week Donna asked me how I liked cocksucking. I knew I shouldn't like it and didn't want to admit it. Sensing my deception, Donna said, "I won't tolerate you lying to me, so I'm gonna ask you one more time – did you like cocksucking?"

I didn't want to, but quickly found myself agreeing that I did.

"Would you like me to find other guys for you to suck?" she asked.

"Donna, I feel so ashamed," I said, "But yes."

"Daryl," she said, "You shouldn't be ashamed about what turns you on – though it's a good idea to keep it secret. I'll find you all the guys you want to suck, as long as you do what I say."

"I'll do whatever you want," I said, realizing that she was key to fulfilling my desires.

All Donna wanted was to watch me suck the guys she brought me, while she fingered herself off. Later she taught me to orally pleasure her, which I did eagerly. I didn't enjoy that so much, but it was part of the deal we had – I did what she wanted in return for all the cocks she brought me.

When Donna graduated from high school she went to school in another state, and I was on my own. I contacted all the guys I’d sucked, but most wanted nothing to do with me, saying that Donna had humiliated them. I was persistent, however, and convinced them that Donna was no longer involved.

Most of them had difficulty in relationships with girls, and eventually agreed to let me suck them. They all were bitter about what Donna did to them. I realized that she used me in the same way, but I was actually grateful to her. Kinky as it was, it was because of her that I was such a happy cocksucker. I didn't have any relationships with girls and didn't want it at all – as long as I had plenty of cocks to suck!

  To be continued . . .

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