Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:39:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Superfry <superfry2009@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Setup II

The Setup II
by Superfry

The first installment of The Setup described how my cruel and manipulative
ex-girlfriend first came to trap me into a lifetime of "sampling" the cocks
of all of her future boyfriends.  She said that owning a straight guy (an
ex-boyfriend at that) and forcing him to suck cocks for her has made her
the proudest and happiest girl on earth, and that there is no way she's
going to let her most prized possession slip away.  She really does own me
now, and has very humiliating pictures to blackmail me with, ensuring a
lifetime of cooperation.  What follows is the continuation of my "true"
plight.


PART 6

"So, as we discussed earlier," she said with a smirk, "I have this great
new guy that I'm dating and, of course, I want you to check him out and to
give him your full endorsement.  Well, that is, if you actually approve of
his nice cock after you're done servicing it."

"I know, I know, and I should do all of this out of love and devotion to
you, even after you dumped me?" I said, while slumped over and feeling
quite exhausted and defeated.

"Exactly!  I know that you still worship me, and pleasing me should be
reason enough.  But also don't forget that I have rather compromising
pictures of you, and am not afraid to use them to wreck your life.  Well,
your life is already wrecked I guess, but I could make that fact obvious to
the world around you.  I do know where you work and live, if you'll
recall." she said.

"I know, I know, you really have me by the balls," I said.  "And you want
me to do this for any new boyfriend that you'll ever have, for the rest of
my life?  But why?  Why would you do this to me?  Surely you must have some
compassion and pity for me?"

"Yes, I do have you `by' the balls, but they are my boyfriend's balls, as
you suckle and fondle them for me, real up-close and personal like," she
said laugh at her joke.  "And why you ask?  Because I can, and it makes me
hot.  You've always known that I'm somewhat of a power bitch, and I like
getting people to do things for me, and well, this is pretty much the
ultimate, though I suppose that I could take things a little further.
Would you want me to take things further and really own your ass?  And just
so you know, I'm not totally devoid of compassion.  But in this case true
compassion is forcing you to do what deep down you need to do, even if you
don't realize it yet.  I know you too well, and I know that deep down, you
NEED this.  So I'm just giving you what you need.  If anything, you should
be dropping down onto your knees to thank me.  You can kiss my shoes any
time you want."

What did she mean about taking things further? I thought, as I just stood
there silent and stunned for a long moment, zoning out, gazing at her tall,
confident posture and her beautiful and commanding face, and at her shoes
(though I did not consider bowing down to kiss them) before replying, "So
when do I get to meet your new guy?"

"Come over tomorrow night at 7 pm, and be clean shaven.  He said he'd only
do this if you have a smooth face without any stubble.  I guess he wants
the illusion that you are at least a little feminine," she said before
blowing me a mock kiss.


PART 7

I didn't sleep at all that night.  It was been months since she first
tricked me into blowing a guy for her, and only just now was I able to
start purging that disgrace from my memory.  I haven't yet been able to get
back out there and have sex with a woman though.  My confidence is still
just too shaken to succeed in that quest right now, and the really
depressing thing is that today's event will no doubt set my recovery back
another several months.  I feel very trapped and depressed.

I arrived at her place as instructed, and to my surprise, she gave me a
warm and welcoming hug, as she commented, "Oh nicely shaven and so very
smooth.  My guy will really appreciate that.  Thank you, sweetie.  Now go
make yourself comfortable on the couch and chat a little with Mike while I
go fix us all some drinks."

So I went over and sat across from her new guy, looking down and feeling
quite embarrassed, but I managed to say, "Hey, you must be Mike."

And he just smirked at me with a look of amusement and some pity, and said,
"Yep, and you must be my bitch's bitch.  I've heard way too much about
you."

She returned with our drinks and before I even knew it, she sat down on my
lap, straddling me, another nice surprise, as it was such a welcomed
feeling that I have been missing for far too long.  But the small pleasure
was quickly interrupted before I could even process it, by her deftly
pulling out a tube of lip gloss and expertly applying it to my lips.  In
shock, I protested, but she just grabbed my hair firmly and gave me "the
look", and I knew better than to resist.  She said, "Oh sweetie, this is
just one last little thing to help us all out tonight.  I told you earlier
that Mike was a little hesitant to let you blow him, but he agreed to it
only if you appeared semi-femme.  And this is just a little extra to help
the illusion.  It's really no biggy."

In no time, my lips were glossy and bright pink, and the waxy texture,
taste, and smell were all familiar, though foreign to experience first
hand.  When I sipped my drink, I left distinctive feminine lip marks on the
glass, and my ex-girlfriend, now sitting on Mike's lap, noticed that I
noticed, and chuckled a bit at my confused embarrassment.

"So, why don't you come crawl over here and do what you do best?" she said
to me.  And I did - my only thought being to get this nightmare task over
with as soon as humanly possible.


PART 8

As I knelt between his legs, with his pants down around his ankles, and my
ex-girlfriend caressing him and kissing his neck in between issuing
humiliating, taunting words of encouragement to me, I blew him for all I
was worth.  Minutes seemed like an eternity, and I never once wanted to
look up at him, though from time to time, she would grab my hair and force
a glance up into both of their eyes.  Sloppy, wet, vigorous and so wrong, I
did my best to get him off.  I felt nothing, but there may have been a hint
of relief creeping into my brain, as I realized for a micro-second that
this time around was slightly easier than the first; a small victory if
there ever was one.

I knew that I was getting close, as he was twitching more and more, and the
taste of his pre-cum was more frequent.  His pulse quickened, as did mine,
and I was sure that I'd get him to cum and finish my ordeal within the next
few moments.

"Bitch, I'm ready to cum," he said urgently to me.

Then my ex, out of nowhere, screamed, "Stop!" And I halted, startled and
surprised.

She then proceeded to explain how that was enough for me tonight, and I'm
now familiar enough with his cock to offer my endorsement of his, if I
will.  She said that she was proud of her little fluffer as she climbed
onto his large rock-hard cock, impaling herself fully, whimpering just a
little.  And once firmly held by him, she turned to me and asked me with a
sincere and fully aroused look on her face, "So, do you endorse this
wonderful cock that makes me ever so happy?"

Part of me wanted to say, "Hell no!", but I knew my proper role and
realized that it is best not to offend your slave-master, so I replied,
"Yes, yes I do.  It was positively delicious and so huge and hard; way
bigger and better than mine.  You are a very lucky girl, and it was a
privilege to be able share some of what you get, and I owe you everything
for that.  My only regret is that you didn't allow me to fill my belly with
its seed."

To that, she burst into the widest smile that I have ever seen, and while
slowly riding his cock and in between little moans, she replied, "Oh, you
are the sweetest cock-sucking slave any girl could ever have.  Thank you
for agreeing with me; his cock is magnificent, I know.  Now, I hate to
deprive you of cum, as I know that your addiction must be building by now,
so I suggest that you might want to hit a gay bar on your way home tonight,
to get your fix.  Or at least feel free to eat you own, after you
masturbate later, no doubt thinking about tonight's sexy hotness.  Now, you
are dismissed.  You can let yourself out while Mike ravages me.  Seeing you
blow him has made me extra horny tonight.  Thanks again, my sweetest little
cock-sucking bitch.  Oh, can you take the trash out as you leave?  Thanks
sweetie."

And so I left, and took her trash out to the dumpster.  I was truly her
bitch, through and through, and the mirror only confirmed that later, as I
struggled for hours to try and remove the lip gloss.  I did masturbate that
night, and her words haunted me, but I did not eat my own cum.  Thank God
for small victories.


PART 9

And much like the first time, there was a long stretch of minimal contact
between us after I blew her 2nd boyfriend.  In the months that followed,
she would occasionally send me a little hello, and tease me a bit, asking
if I have a boyfriend of my own yet, or telling me how stretched out her
asshole is from her man's real cock (also reminding me that while we were
together, she never let me fuck her ass).  But most of the time, I was able
to at least try to forget about the things that she had made me do.

I had even made some progress toward my recovery.  I had been getting out
more and more, and even asked a few girls out on dates.  Though being
rejected was more crushing that ever, and I wondered if they could somehow
sense that I was a sissy cock-sucker.  Can women just tell about something
like that?  My mind was probably playing tricks on me, and that didn't help
my cause.  But I did end up going on a few dates with a nice girl.  I never
got to sleep with her, and found out that she had a few "better" guys on
the side.  Even still, given my recent past, I'll take it for starters as a
first step towards getting back on the horse and regaining some confidence.


PART 10

And then one day, "Hello, hello," she emailed, "Guess what's new in my
life?"

And so she informed me of her new boyfriend and when I should come over to
perform my mandatory "endorsement".  And then a cold shivering dread and
panic swept over me.  By now, I reasoned, I should be more comfortable in
my role, but the reality was that I wasn't.  In fact, I was beginning to
realize that I just cannot do this any more.  Blackmail or no blackmail, I
simply cannot continue on like this, and certainly not for the rest of my
life.  I need to take a stand now, while a stand can still be made.  I need
to!  And so I called her.

"I simply cannot do this anymore," I pleaded, only half firm and uneasily
forced out.

"Why not?" she asked, casually.

"I just can't.  I need to salvage some dignity.  I am not gay, I do not
like sucking cocks for your amusement, and I just cannot do it any more.  I
need to forget this whole thing and move on," I said, desperately.

"Well, you know what the consequences of this are, don't you?" she asked.

"I do, and it will ruin me, but this is a stand that I have to take.  If
there is any other way than for you to send out those pictures to my
friends and family, I'll do it, but I will not be blowing any more of your
boyfriends," I said.

"Well, you know that I don't really want to ruin you and I do not want to
blackmail you, but I do require that you sample my lovers, so I guess that
we have a dilemma now, don't we?" she said, very calmly.

"Yes we do, but can you find a way to let this go; to set me free?  I'm
begging you!" I pleaded with a shaky voice, almost near tears.

"You know, I have thought about this scenario - you eventually refusing and
all, ready to call my bluff regarding the blackmail, and I have developed a
contingency plan.  Remember, that even though you don't agree with me now,
I am really on your side and don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have
to, for your own good.  If I have to blackmail you, I will, but I think
that I have a better," she said.

I almost smiled with surprise and hope, replying, "Really? What is it?
I'll do anything to avoid sucking cock and being ruined by those pictures."

She said, "Good, but you may not like what I'm going to propose.  But at
least you'll have a choice.  If you're not going to suck any more of my
cocks, then either your parents get the pictures or you agree to what I
have in mind.  Either way, you will suffer, though one will be a very
public suffering and the other, a very private suffering.  I'll be over
tonight at 7 pm to explain things further.  See ya then sweetie."

And she hung up on me.  I could only wonder what was going to happen next,
though I felt a tinge of relief.  It seems that I had successfully stood up
to her and will not have to suck this next cock!  And I might even be able
to avoid having my life ruined by those pictures.  All in all, a successful
stand, I hope.


PART 11

And so she arrived, looking hotter than ever, very businesslike, and
carrying a small package.

"This is your alternative," she said, opening it up to reveal a shiny steel
tube with a ring and a padlock.  I recognized it instantly as a chastity
device, and a very secure one at that.  Then horror shot through me.  She
is pure evil, I thought.

"Well, this is your alternative.  If you're going to be such a whiny bitch
and refuse to suck my new guy's cock, then it's either this, or I send the
pictures all over town.  The choice is yours," she said firmly, without a
hint of a smile.

"Let me see it," I conceded, as she handed it over to me to inspect.

It was solid, steel, and very secure looking.  I knew about these kinds of
devices and knew that they prevent any possibility of an erection or
orgasm, and are pretty much escape-proof without the key.  She was playing
hard ball now.  Do I sacrifice my orgasms, or my reputation, or do I just
continue on with being her cock-sucking bitch?  The choice just became very
hard.

"How long would I have to wear this evil contraption?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know.  I guess that depends on you.  Once it's locked on, I'll
have the only key, and I could let you out any time I feel like it.  Or I
could keep you locked for a very long time.  I guess that it depends on my
whims really.  But of course, our initial arrangement still holds.  If
you're ever willing to do some more cock-sucking for me, then I'll let you
out and things will return to normal.  You see sweetie, you really only
have three options: suck all of my cocks, or be publicly outed as a
cock-sucking sissy, or privately be deprived of your orgasms.  The choice
is yours, and I really think that you should be happy to even have a
choice," she said, half laughing at me.

"OK, let me go try it on.  Give me the keys, please," I said.

She did, and I went into the bathroom to check the fit.  My mind was a
racing blur, but I think deep down, I knew that this was my best option.
Or at least I was just overly optimistic and hoping for the best.  It fit
snuggly and I locked it on, and quickly unlocked it again, out of panic,
not ready to commit.  Then, again I locked it on and tried my best to pull
out of it, without the slightest success.  It was secure, and I hanged my
head and let out a sigh.

"What's taking you so long," she yelled from outside the door.

"I'm just deciding.  This is big, and I need to be sure about it all," I
said.

"Let me in so that I can inspect it and make sure that it fits securely,"
she said.

And to that I opened the door, with my pants down showing the steel cage
locked onto my most valued appendage.  She inspected it closely and hurt me
a little while tying to pull it off.  Just seeing her, and smelling her so
close to me, triggered an involuntary attempt to get hard, thought he
device quickly squashed that, and with a bit of pain I might add.  This was
not good, and her knowing smirk made my knees almost give out.

"OK my sweetest ex-cock-sucker, what's it going to be?" she said, hands on
hips, looking down at me satisfied.

I paused for several moments, before answering, "I'll take the chastity
device."

"Well say please and thank me for allowing you this small mercy," she said
with a taunting, victorious smile.

With my head down, but feeling like I escaped an even worse fate, I said,
"Thank you so much for allowing me this option.  Sacrificing all of my
orgasms going forward is a small price to pay, so long as it brings you
even a little bit of pleasure from knowing that you own a perfectly chaste
and suffering ex-cock-sucking slave.  So, will you please accept this key,
the key to my worthless and soon-to-be very unused cock?"

I held it out to her and dropped it into her hand, and she quickly stowed
it into her expensive designer purse.  How does she live such a charmed
life, I wondered for a second?

She just smirked, and said, "Well, I have to be going now.  My man is
really going to tear into me tonight.  Have you been dating any women, or
men, recently?  Haha, well I guess your new predicament kind of puts a
damper on that pursuit huh?  Oh, shoot, I just remembered and it's kind of
a pity - I would have offered to let you have one last jerk-off session,
but it totally slipped my mind, and it's too late now.  Anyway, take care,
and just remember, if you ever get horny enough and absolutely lose your
mind, an orgasm is always as close as my boyfriend's cock.  I give you
about 5 or 6 months before you are absolutely begging me to let you suck on
a big one.  Until then, take care sweetie."

And she left.  I just sat for a very long time, somewhat at ease, and
completely drained from the defeat and exhaustion of my completely fucked
up life.


PART 12

But not even a few hours later, I received an email from her, and it read:

"My sweetest little cock-sucker, you know that I still have the pictures of
you and can use them any time I want?  Did you think that threat goes away
just because I now have you in a chastity tube?  You really are a dumb
bitch actually, and easy prey.  Now at any time that I chose, I could turn
you into my "chaste" cock-sucker.  At least you used to be able to get
yourself off after I forced you to suck my cocks, but now you can't even
have that small pleasure, unless I give it to you, though I can still force
you to suck cocks.  Oh the thought of if all makes me tingle!

Please know that at any time, I could demand that you suck some more cock
for me, or suffer the public outing.  But also know that you have my word
that I won't, though as any idiot should realize, a woman has the
prerogative to change her mind.  :-)

But aside from that, I'm hoping that I don't need to force you into
anything, because what I really want is for you to actually want to suck
cock.  I want you to WANT it!  I want for you to actually come to NEED it!
And now with your hormones ramping up against you, I think that your mind
will soon be a very pliable mush.  In the mean time, I suggest that you
keep your BJ techniques sharp by using dildos, because I suspect there will
be lots of cock-sucking in your very near future.  And I do suspect that
you'll come to love it.  Six months without an orgasm tends to weaken, if
not totally reprogram, even the most resolute minds.  So take care sweetie
and enjoy your time, and I hope that you'll embrace the inevitable sooner
rather than later; your silly denial only prolongs your confusion and
suffering.  And above all, please remember, that despite your present
feelings, I'm doing this for your own good."

I went blind for a moment and crumbled to the floor, realizing with total
certainty, that I am completely doomed and destined to be her eager and
glad cock-sucker.