Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 14:28:49 +1300
From: Cock Slut <scslut4cock@gmail.com>
Subject: A different kind of extra credit 3

A different kind of extra credit 3
By SCSlut4Cock

I was still in a haze as I drove home, and it wasn't until I walked in that
I started to snap out of it. I had gone from a single straight guy with a
kink to an owned cockslut with a Master. Not only did he have the leverage
to make me do whatever he wanted, but if I ever refused he could ruin me. I
had worked hard to get into my grad program, and all I wanted was to
succeed in academia. If the pictures and video ever got out, I wouldn't
just be fired, I would be ostracized from the academic community! I
couldn't let that happen. Just then my phone buzzed with an email from my
Master.

   --Don't forget slut, you had better check your phone every hour, on the
hour, in case I want to contact you. And ALWAYS respond back to me within
60 seconds. Otherwise I start sending pictures. You had better be ready and
waiting for me when I get to your house cocksucker. --

I immediately responded back with a simple Yes Master, and then went to my
room to change out of my clothes and into a bright pink thong as he
ordered. I have a pretty good collection from different places. All tight
and stretchy in pink, red, and black.  I almost never wear them out of the
house, for fear of being caught, but I guess that would all change now.
Properly clothed I settled onto the couch to watch some TV and wait. I had
no idea when Master would arrive, but at least I would be ready.

I couldn't help being restless though. Normally when I'm bored, I'll pull
out my computer and look at porn for a bit. Knowing that is partially what
got me into this mess was more than enough to keep me from being horny
though. I flipped between channels, constantly looking at the clock even
though I had no idea when he would arrive. Every time I heard a car drive
by I checked out the window just in case. When he actually did arrive I
didn't even hear his car though. It wasn't until I heard someone walking up
the steps outside that I had some warning. I immediately climbed off the
couch and around my footrest to kneel in the middle of the floor. I wasn't
sure what he was expecting, but I had to try and keep him happy. I expected
him to come right in, but instead he knocked at the door and waited.
Knowing he wanted me kneeling with my hands behind my back, I thought it
might be a test and just called out, "Please come in Master"

"Hey Jay, I just wanted to stop..."

That was as far as my landlord got before he spotted me. I froze and
mumbled an apology about expecting someone but he just laughed at me,
looking me up and down.

"I guess that would be what you meant by "Master". Well I just wanted to
let you know that I needed to come by tomorrow to swap out the thermostat
for a new one. I'll come by at noon if that works for you? Unless you'll be
busy with your "Master" that is?"

I mumbled that that would be fine, completely frozen by the situation.
Never, in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be kneeling in just a
thong in front of my landlord while he just talked to me normally and
checked me out. My whole body felt like it was blushing bright red with
shame and I couldn't believe how embarrassed and humiliated I felt. Even
worse, he and his wife lived in the back half of the duplex so I saw him
all the time!

Randy just chuckled about "seeing" me around and closed the door with one
last smirk at me and walked down the stairs. I started to stand up when I
heard talking outside.

"Ah, you must be Master. I just ran into Jay waiting for you upstairs.
Looks like you guys are going to have some fun!"

"Yeah he's quite the cockslut. Can't get enough. You should hear him beg
for it!"

They both cracked up at that before Randy said something about talking to
him about it later and then I heard my Master coming up the stairs.

I was burning with shame when the door opened without so much as a knock.
Master walked in chuckling.

"Your landlord seemed surprised to see this side of you. I guess you hadn't
gotten around to sucking his cock yet, huh slut? Well who knows what the
future holds. After all, I wouldn't be the one exposing you now that you've
done it so perfectly yourself!"

All I could do is sit there and burn with humiliation. He was right. I
couldn't believe my landlord knew what a cockslut I was and had become. God
only knew what he would say the next time I saw him.

My Master took a second to look around before ordering me to give him the
tour. I started to stand up but was quickly instructed to do it from my
knees. I had shown family and friends around the apartment before, but
saying the same things from my knees as I crawled in front of my Master
wearing nothing but a pink thong was a new low for me. When we got to the
bedroom, my Master stopped me and ordered me to put my forehead on the
ground and my hands behind my back, grabbing each elbow with the opposite
hand. I did as he asked, expecting to be tied up, but instead I heard him
walking around the room looking at different things. At one point, he
walked over to my dresser and looked inside some of the drawers before
pulling one drawer all the way out and emptying it on the ground in front
of me. Positioned as I was I couldn't see what was in it, but I had a
sinking feeling I knew.

"All of your male underwear is going in the trash. You will never need it
again. At least not while you're my cockslut, which will be for a long
time. Heel slut"

He walked out of the bedroom and back out into the living room while I
followed along like the good cockslut I was becoming. Master sat down on
the couch, kicking off his shoes and ordered me to stand and grab him a
beer. When I returned he had already turned on the TV and he ordered me to
just stand next to it with my hands behind my back and my feet together. I
couldn't believe it, but somehow standing in front of him in just my thong,
was even more humiliating than kneeling. Master completely ignored me while
he flipped through the channels, finally settling on what sounded like a
basketball game. All the while I just stood there like some perverse
decoration.

After a few sips of the beer, Master finally decided he wanted something
from me. I couldn't believe I was actually relieved when he finally
addressed me. I still hated him and hated the situation, but anything was
better than the humiliation of just standing there like an object.

"Good slut, you learn quickly. You will always do exactly what I say
without question or complaint. If I tell you to stand there and wait for
me, you will do it. If I tell you to go downstairs and suck your landlords
cock, you will do it. No matter what I say, you will not question it. You
will just do it."

"Yes Master"

"Now crawl over to me and start sucking my balls. And always keep your
hands behind your back when you're worshipping my cock and make sure that
you show me how much you're enjoying it."

I obediently dropped to my knees and crawled over to him, burning with
shame. He offered no help as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans,
but he did at least lift his hips as I slid them off of him. I normally
didn't even like sitting on my couch naked myself, but now here was my
Master, with nothing between him and the cushions. It struck me a second
later how ridiculous my indignation over the couch was. Here was a kid,
dominating and blackmailing me into being his personal cockslut, and I'm
worried about my couch. What had my life become?!

I couldn't think about it though. It wouldn't help. I just needed to do
what he wanted, so I leaned forward and buried my face in his crotch. His
cock was semi-hard, and he had fun flopping it over my face as I took turns
massaging each ball with my lips and tongue. Occasionally he would hold my
head in place and push both in just to laugh at my cheeks pushed out. For
the most part though, he just sat back and enjoyed the game while I
worshipped his balls moaning like the dumb slut I was.

After a little bit, his rock hard cock kept bouncing off my face, and
eventually he decided he was ready for more.

"Worship my cock, slut. Show me how much you love it before taking it into
your mouth."

With a "yes Sir" I started working my way up and down his cock, licking and
kissing every inch of it. I was starting to get into it now, my inner
submissive cockslut taking over. I moaned and drooled as I moved up and
down, until finally Master pulled my head up and slammed it back down on
his cock. I wasn't giving him a blowjob, I was just a jerkoff toy for him
to use at his pleasure. He kept going faster and faster while I kept my
lips tight and did my best to tongue his cock as he fucked my face. Finally
he pushed as deep as he could and started shooting spurt after spurt into
my waiting mouth and throat.

As he leaned back with a satisfied groan, I cleaned his cock of all
remaining cum and then sat back on my heels.

"Thank you Sir, for letting me worship your cock and drink your cum."

He just laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, because we're far from
done. It's only the second quarter and I'm not leaving until after the game
is over. I'll tell you what though, if you can get me off 2 more times
before the game ends, I'll give you the day off as my bitch tomorrow. Now
go grab me another beer and get your lips wrapped around my cock again you
stupid slut."

30 seconds later, Master had another beer in his hand and his cock was back
in my mouth. It had softened considerably, and now was only around 4 or 5
inches long instead of the usual 9 when hard. Taking advantage of that fact
I took the entire length in my mouth and used my tongue to massage it while
I moaned loud. I did everything I could to turn him on, and before halftime
was done, his cock was rock hard. I still couldn't get the whole thing into
my throat but I worshipped it with my lips and tongue until he held my head
in place and gave me my third load of his cum for the day.

"Good faggot, now forehead to the ground."

I obediently assumed the position and heard him get up and head to the
bathroom. The whole time he was gone, I just knelt there, forehead on the
ground, arms behind my back, with my ass up in the air clothed only in a
hot pink thong. God I really was a stupid cockslut to get myself in this
position. I didn't have very long to think about it though, as I heard my
Master grab another beer from the fridge and sit back down on the couch.

"Only a quarter and half left slut. You'd better work quickly if you want
tomorrow off."

I couldn't believe he expected me to be able to get him off again. I knew
he was young, but 4 times in one day and 3 times in as many hours was still
a lot! I really wanted tomorrow to regroup a little though, so I quickly
devoured his cock, moaning and sucking like the complete cock-hungry slut
he wanted me to be.

I tried everything I could think of to get him hard again, but the fourth
quarter had to have been half over by the time he was at full mast. I was
running out of time and working as hard as I could to get more of his cock
into my mouth and throat hoping that would do the trick. I still couldn't
get the last few inches though and instead just kept gagging and choking
myself on his cock while he commented on how much of an eager cockslut I
was. I could tell he was getting close when he started talking dirtier to
me, telling me I was such a stupid cocksucker and a faggot whore he was
going to enjoy using and abusing everyday. I picked up the pace not knowing
how much time I had, but just when I thought he was almost there, I heard
the buzzer go off on the TV. He pushed me off him and sat back laughing. So
much for my day off.

"Get up on the ottoman, on your stomach and grab your ankles. You seem to
be having some difficulty worshiping my cock properly, so I'm going to show
you exactly how deep it should go. And if you let go of your ankles, I'm
going make you finish me off out on the porch."

Nervously I obeyed, and crawled up on the footrest. It was a large leather
storage type, almost 3 feet by 4 feet, so I easily fit. Especially once I
grabbed my ankles as hard as I could. There was no way I could expose
myself like this on the porch.

My Master knelt in front of me with his hard cock right in front of my face
at about nose level. I thought he was just going to shove it in, but
instead he grabbed me by my hair and slapped my face with it a couple
times. All I could do was close my eyes and keep my mouth open as he
laughed and told me what a whore I was. When he finally did thrust into my
mouth, it caught me so much by surprise that I immediately gagged and
choked. He kept pressure on my throat for a few seconds before pulling back
out and then started thrusting in over and over again. He would push just
hard enough to make me gag and hold it before pulling out for a breath and
shoving it back in. I just tried to focus on timing my breathing for every
time he pulled out.

When I finally started to find a rhythm I think it was what he was looking
for, as he thrust in far enough to make me gag, started to pull out, and
then quickly thrust his hips forward hard just as I was trying to take a
breath! I thought I was going to suffocate, but he just laughed as I
struggled. Master didn't care how I felt, all that mattered was my nose was
pressed up against his stomach and all 9 inches of his cock were lodged in
my throat. I squirmed and twisted trying everything to pull away without
letting go of my ankles, but just as I thought I would have to push him off
to keep from suffocating, he finally released me and let me gasp in a few
breaths. It was a short lived break though as he grabbed my head and shoved
his cock straight down my throat again! This time he didn't hold himself
all the way in though. Master just pulled back out and then slammed it in
again, grunting loudly with each thrust. Every time he thrust in, I would
gag and choke, coughing up more and more slime from my throat every time.
It wasn't long before it was drooling out of my mouth and covering Master's
cock. He just laughed and pulled out for a second to smear it all over my
face before shoving his cock down my throat again.

Over and over again, he raped my throat. I wasn't giving him a blowjob
again, he was just using me as a hole to fuck. I might have been a fancy
fleshlight for him, if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to get so much
enjoyment from degrading and abusing me. The worst part was, I was starting
to enjoy it. I don't know if it was the feeling of rubbing back and forth
across the leather as my throat was pounded, or if it was just the act of
being used like such a slut, but my cock was getting hard! I started
moaning like a bitch in heat, humping the ottoman, as Master fucked my
throat harder and harder, until it finally pushed him over the edge. With a
load growl, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat and I felt it
pulse, shooting his load straight down my throat.

"Fuck yeah faggot take my cock you fucking slut!! Take it whore!!"

I was squirming and choking, desperate for air, as he enjoyed the power he
had over me. My hard-on quickly disappeared as I struggled, but I held on
tight to my ankles until he finally pulled out until just the head of his
cock was in my mouth. I gasped for air around his cock, my nose completely
plugged with spit from my throatfucking, and slowly I felt my lungs stop
burning and my heart rate come down. Master just kept his cock where it
was, so I dutifully cleaned it off and sucked out the last of his cum like
the good cockslave I was becoming. And when he finally pulled out, I knew
what was expected of me,

"Thank you for showing your slut how to properly take your cock sir. I
appreciate you using me like the slut that I am."

He just laughed, "Oh don't worry, you'll have my cock in your throat a lot
more often now. By the end of the week, I expect you to be able to
deepthroat my cock on your own. I don't think that'll be a problem though.
I saw how much you enjoyed it. You were humping the ottoman like slut in
heaven!"

I could feel my whole body burn in shame again. How could I have enjoyed
that treatment?!

Master just continued on, "This isn't supposed to be enjoyable for you
though. You're just a fuckhole for me to use as I wish, so we'll have to
take care of that later. Until then, you are not allowed to cum without my
permission. If I even think you have, the punishment will be worse than you
can imagine. To remind you of your place for now though, I want you to go
grab all of your boxers and throw them out."

I slowly climbed down from the ottoman and crawled into the bedroom to
gather up all of my boxers. I could always buy new ones, but there wouldn't
be much of a point. I wouldn't be allowed to wear them anytime soon, and it
definitely wouldn't be worth the risk of Master finding out. Pushing them
in front of me, I crawled back into the living room and headed for the
kitchen garbage can when he stopped me.

"Oh no slut, those need to be thrown out in the garbage can outside. I
wouldn't want you to be tempted by them being so close. Don't worry about
getting dressed, there PROBABLY won't be anyone out this late."

I froze, staring at him. He was serious! I couldn't believe he wanted me to
go outside dressed in just a thong, with my face covered in spit and precum
from just having my throat fucked! He held up his phone though and I could
see the email app open with my picture from the other night in a new
message. I couldn't see who it was to, but it really didn't matter. I had
no choice and headed for the door, only standing up once I was ready to
open it.

"Make sure you walk nice and slow slut. I wouldn't want you to trip and
hurt yourself out there. Don't worry, I'll be watching." He walked over to
the kitchen window where he would have a clear view of me as I walked down
the stairs, around the front of the building and over to the other side
where the garbage cans were kept.

Completely defeated I opened the door and stepped outside onto the dark
landing. Luckily the sides of the buildings were in shadow, however the
front was a different story. Streetlights lit up the driveway clearly, and
anyone walking by would have a clear view of me. Stealing myself, I started
down the stairs slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. When I
reached the bottom though, I realized I wasn't alone. The back porch light
flipped on and I could now see my landlord was sitting there lazily
drinking a beer and watching me.

"Well, sounds like you had a good time up there slut! You sure look like
you did too. I might have to have a chat with your "Master" about how much
noise you two make. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement
though!"

I didn't know what to say as he sat there smirking at me, so I just mumbled
a shaky "Yes sir" and started walking around to the garbage cans.

Every instinct in me told me to sprint, but I knew he wanted me to walk
slowly to add to my humiliation, so I did my best, trying to stay as close
to the front wall as possible. Thankfully it actually was late enough that
no one was out. I made it all the way to the garbage cans and back to the
stairs without anyone spotting me, only to be confronted again with the
sight of Randy on the porch watching me. He contented himself with just
saying, "Have a good night whore", though and I headed up the stairs after
thanking him.

When I reached the top the door was open and my Master was standing there
waiting for me and blocking the door. I didn't know what to do, but when he
pointed at the welcome mat, it seemed clear he wanted me to kneel there. I
burned with the further humiliation, but did as ordered. I know he saw
Randy sitting down below, but that was probably the point.

"You don't look pleased to see me waiting for you slut. And after
everything I've done for you today. Maybe you need to remind yourself. I
want you to thank me for everything we've done today. In detail, like a
good cockslut."

At this point, I wasn't even shocked anymore. The humiliation was still
just as bad however as I started "thanking" my master.

"Thank you Sir, for allowing me to be your cockslut and giving me the honor
of worshiping your beautiful cock. Thank you Sir for visiting me during
office hours and allowing me to kneel before you and suck your cock right
there in the library. Thank you Sir for coming over to my home and using me
like the dumb cockwhore I am. Thank you Sir for allowing me to worship your
cock during the game and feeding me two loads of your cum while you relaxed
and watched. Thank you Sir for showing me how to properly handle your cock
by fucking my throat while I laid on the ottoman holding my ankles and
trying to be the good cocksucker you deserve. Thank you Sir for the third
load you fed directly into my stomach while you let me massage your cock
with my throat. And thank you sir, for showing me my place by having me
throw out all of my old masculine boxers so that I may wear only slutty
thongs as a constant reminder of the cockslave and whore that I am for you."

I could hear Randy down below chuckling to himself as my entire body burned
bright red in the light from my apartment. Master stepped aside though and
allowed me to crawl inside my apartment again, closing the door behind me.

"Not bad for a first day slut, but you'll get better. Remember I expect you
to be able to take my cock all the way by the end of the week. I've left my
address and phone number in your phone. I think you can figure out which
one it is. You are to be there before 6 tomorrow morning to wake me up. I
have a sliding glass door on the left side of the house which will be
unlocked. You are to come inside, strip down to your thong and wake me with
your lips around my cock. If you wake me up before that point, I might get
startled and make enough noise that my roommates come see what's going on.
I don't think you'll want that, so you should probably try and be quiet. My
alarm goes off at 6:00 and I had better not be woken up by it. Don't
forget, from now on, when you are in this apartment you will never wear
anything more than a thong. You're mine now and you will always be ready
like the cockwhore you are."

With that, he just walked out. I checked my phone to make sure I could find
his contact and realized what he meant. The last call was now to MASTER and
when I opened his contact not only did I find an address, but he had also
added a picture. Whenever he calls me now, a picture of me kneeling in
front of him wearing only a thong, with my hands behind my back, his cock
in my mouth, and a look of bliss on my face will pop up. I didn't even
realize he had taken pictures, but I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.

As I was sitting there, I heard voices from outside, and finally realized
that my living room windows were open. Randy really could have heard
everything that went on! Even worse though, the voices were my Master and
Randy talking. I crawled over to the window and peeked over the ledge, but
it looked like they had just finished and were saying goodnight. They shook
hands and Master left, but I had a really bad feeling that nothing good
could have come from that conversation.

I would have to worry about that later though. It was already 11pm and I
would have to get up by at least 5 to make sure I got to Master's house in
time. My throat was already sore, and my knees hurt from crawling and
kneeling so much. After a hot shower I crawled into bed, knowing tomorrow
was probably going to be a long day.


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