Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 17:45:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Scott <bluumagic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cock Hungry, Pt. 1

This is a work of adult fiction that includes scenes that involve BDSM.  Do
not read if you are under legal age or if you are offended.


COCK HUNGRY -- Chapter 1


He turned the corner and I thought my heart was going to stop. I looked up
and he was standing there, a little digital camcorder in front of his
face. I was in my presenting position--hands clasped behind my neck and
feet spread shoulder-width--totally naked and achingly hard. "Oh, my god,"
I slowly whispered.

He grinned. "What do you think of my new toy?" he asked in a voice filled
with self-amusement.

I could hardly speak. I knew the implications. Immediately. He had me
now. Whatever we had done before, I had deniability. If he tried to expose
me, it was his story against mine. But with this, oh my god, how we had
just crossed the line. He now had something of extreme value to hold over
me, something that gave him absolute power--proof. Just this much on film,
of me standing in that position with a hard-on, was pretty much enough to
seal that deal.

Now, he had me trapped. I'd have to serve him completely, and until he
released me ^Å if he released me. Or else risk the implied threat that if I
didn't please him, he could make sure certain that people would see that
video, and see me like THIS. Naked and hard. Including my family and
friends. I now had just three alternatives--kill him before the tape could
get out, leave town and never come back, or else give in and completely
submit. It was that simple. I was suddenly very afraid of him. My life was
entirely in his hands. "Please, Sir, I beg you," I said in a quiet
voice. "Please don't do this."

"What do you mean, boy?" he said, his voice still light and teasing.

"Please, Sir, I'm begging you. Please don't do this to me."

"Do what to you?"

"This," I replied. "Putting this on video."

"I don't know what `this' is, boy," he said. "All I know is that you're
standing in front of me naked and hard, so I figure whatever `this' is, it
must be turning you on. Is it, boy?"

I cringed and looked away. "Don't take your eyes off the camera, boy," he
snapped. I quickly turned back at the camera. "I want you looking at it
whenever it's in view," he said. "Oh, yes, I like that. Your eyes are
scared. But you're almost licking your lips and your dick is hard.  Look at
that. My god. And before long your eyes are going to so filled with lust
that you'll be dripping wet just like a bitch in heat. And all for the
pleasure of our viewing audience."

He was so right; I was incredibly turned on. Doubts or not, my dick was
hard. But the stakes were so high. I loved to submit to him, but was I
ready for something like this? Something this extreme, this permanent?  My
mind was racing too fast to know. So when I looked back at him, and the
camera, I continued to plead. "Please, Sir," I said. "Please don't do
this."

He chuckled and walked closer. "Tell you what, boy; I'll stop filming the
instant you lose your hard-on. How 'bout that? Fair enough?"

I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration, but didn't dare such an open
transgression. "Please, Sir," I said. My voice was even smaller, as were my
protests. He was right: I couldn't make my dick go down. It just stayed up
at full mast. In fact, it got hard every time I laid eyes on him. That's
how much this man turned me on. The ferocity of his kiss. The heft of his
cock in my mouth. The animalistic fucks. My god, I couldn't get enough. For
those three things, I was willing to suffer.  And for the privilege of his
cock, he made me suffer greatly.

"Go ahead and beat off, boy," he said. "Play with your dick while I film
you." The camera probably picked up my gasp. I hesitated, then simply did
what he said to do, the way he'd trained me to do. As soon as my hand
reached my dick and I began to obey him in front of his camcorder, I was
his. I was beating off, staring at the camera with wanton lust. I now
belonged to him, and we both knew it. "Tell me what you want, fucker."

This was a well-rehearsed scene, and I knew that I had to immediately pick
up the cue. "I want your cock, Sir," I said. There. Camera or not, I'd said
it. It was all out in the open. I had given in, submitted.  Totally and
completely. I was hard in front of a man who was filming me, and I was
jerking off and begging for his cock. The jig was definitely up now. He had
more than enough ammo against me. I was done.  No matter what came next, it
was already all over. I'd just crossed the line and now there was no going
back.

So I took a deep breath and simply gave in to it, let the lust consume me
as it always did when I was with him. I looked directly at him, at the
camera, and with the hungriest look I could imagine, said, "My god, Sir,
how I want your cock. I crave your cock, Sir." And I did. I absolutely
loved his cock. It was just perfect. Nicely thick; just wide enough to
uncomfortably stretch me, with a fat and sumptuous head that was perfect to
suck. He'd taught me what that beautiful cock was for: To turn my mouth
into a cock-hungry pussy, and my asshole into a cock-hungry cunt.

"I bet you do, bitch," he said, with another sardonic chuckle. "Tell me,
boy, getting close to cumming yet?"

"Yes, Sir," I gasped, looking up straight at the camera. I hadn't cum in 10
days and yearned for the chance. He'd quickly taught me that cumming was
something I earned, something I did only with his permission, and something
that I wouldn't be allowed to do very often.  He liked to keep me, as he
put it, primed for action. Once a week, if I was lucky, he let me have an
orgasm. It kept me in a constant state of heat, and constant frustration.

"Then stop playing with yourself," he said. "You don't have my permission
to cum. I want you to run your hands up and play with your tits."

My fingers moved up to my chest, and locked onto my nipples. I looked at
him, at the camera, knowing it was recording everything. It no longer
mattered; my lust had erased all inhibitions. I was raw and open. I moaned,
no longer caring what the camera saw. It no longer mattered. I was caught,
so I might as well revel in it.

"That's right, bitch," the man I knew was now my true master said.  "Play
with those nipples like the cock hungry slut you are. Okay, now squeeze,
pussyboy. Squeeze HARD, boy. Now pull them out. TUG, boy, like they're sow
tits."

He knew damned well that my nipples are my weakness. Control my nipples,
control me and control my dick. Believe me, he learned that trick early
on. In fact, he worked my nipples over so much one night that he'd caused
me to spontaneously cum without even a touch to my dick. And then whipped
me silly for it, too, as if it was my fault. Of course, he'd told me later
how proud he was of that moment. And now, for the sole benefit of his movie
camera, I was playing with my nipples and moaning loudly and ready to do
any goddamned thing he demanded of me. Camera or not.

"Keep working those nipples, boy," he directed me. "How long since you've
cum, cockbreath?"

"Ten days, Sir," I gasped, my fingers still squeezing and pulling my
nipples.

"Ten days?" he asked, innocently. "Doesn't sound like a strong sex drive. I
mean, right now, it seems you are nothing BUT a sex drive. How come you
haven't cum? A slut like you should be aching to cum five or six times a
day."

All this with my eyes locked on him, on the camera. Capturing
everything. And this: "I haven't cum because you didn't allow it, Sir.
You've had me in a CB-3000, a chastity device. Locked in. And you have the
only key, Sir."  "How does that make you feel, faggot?"

"Like your slave, Sir."

Then he went for the jugular. "Tell me about your ass, boy."

Now, it was really over. "You've got a butt plug in there, Sir," I said.

"I don't remember putting a butt plug up your ass, boy. You must be
imagining things."

He was enjoying this. "No, Sir. I put it in myself, Sir," I said. "It's a
standing order.

Whenever I see you, Sir, I have to show up cleaned out and wearing a butt
plug."

"But I didn't make you shove a butt plug up your ass for nothing, did I
boy? Isn't there a purpose?"

"Yes, Sir," said. "You're being kind, Sir. You make me take the butt plug
so that my hole is ready to take your cock."

"Your what? Tell me I didn't hear what I think I just heard you say, boy."
The tone of his voice changed. I quickly realized my mistake.

"Excuse me, Sir," I said quickly. "My cock-hungry cunt, Sir. You want my
cock-hungry cunt ready to take your cock, Sir."

He directed me to turn around and pull my cheeks apart. Said he wanted to
get this on camera. I felt so blatant, so openly a slut. Worse, a faggot
slut. What would my friends think if they saw this? They thought I was
straight. I even had the reputation as a lady's man. My god, he could show
this to ANYBODY. We had reached the core essential--I now belonged to him
and was totally in his power and under his control. He held the ultimate
trump card. It was all out of my hands. I was completely at his mercy. He
was now my complete Lord and Master. And I worshipped at the alter of his
cock.

So when he told me turn around and pull my cheeks apart to show off the
butt plug that stretched my cock-hungry cunt, that's exactly what I did.

"How does that plug feel, boy?"

"Big, Sir."

He laughed derisively. "Oh, you'll take bigger than that, boy. Tell you
what. I think our viewing audience back home would like to see you fuck
yourself with it. But, first, let everyone see it because none of them know
exactly how big that thing is that's inside you. Pull out that plug and
show it off, boy."

It took more than a little effort to dislodge it because my hole was
wrapped tightly around the base. I finally got it out and held it up
through my legs.

"Stand up and turn around, boy," he said. When I turned around, he had the
camera aimed straight at my face. "Plug your pussy, boy," he directed
me. So I did. I opened wide and sucked the plug -- still warm and greasy
from being in my cunt -- into my mouth, which he'd renamed "my pussy", and
held it there. "My god," he said. "What a fucking slut you are. Do you
realize what I could do with this tape? Who might see it? Aren't you afraid
of that, boy?"

I couldn't very well answer with a butt plug in my mouth, although I did
emphatically nod my head. "Think about who is inside the lens as you stare
at it, a fucking butt plug in your pussy and your dick rock hard. It might
be your sister. It might be your ex-girlfriend. Or that long-time friend of
yours who thinks you're straight and such a stud.  In fact, here's what I
want you to do, boy. Make me a list. Later on tonight, you're going to sit
down at my computer and give me the name, phone number and address of the
ten people. Nod if you understand me."

I nodded. "Five will be the ones you most don't want to see your home movie
debut, which I figure will include your parents, your boss, that bitch you
used to live with, your best friend and your sister. The other five will be
the ones you secretly want to see this DVD. And I want you to understand;
at least one of them will receive a DVD of what I've filmed today. Nod if
you understand."

I nodded again. "Of course, that's not to say I won't also post it on the
internet for horny old toads to watch and jerk off to, seeing you used this
way and doing nothing to resist. Let them watch you being treated like a
dirty fucking cunt. You'd like that though, wouldn't you, boy? Because
that's just the kind of slutty bitch you are, isn't it, boy?" He snorted
and stepped close until his mouth was at my ear and his words came in a low
whisper. "The thing of it is, I can show this to anybody I choose, under
any circumstance. And I own you because of it. You understood that from the
minute you saw the camera, didn't you, boy? You look ridiculous standing
there with that plug in your pussy. Take that ass-smeared thing out."

I removed the plug. "Answer me, boy," he said. "I asked if you realize that
you belong to me now."

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Sir," I said. "I very much realize that I
belong to you. If I don't please you, then you can ruin me instantly.  And
even if I do please you, someone I know is going to see this video."

"Which puts you completely at my mercy, doesn't it, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," said, lowering my head. "Completely and totally at your mercy."

"And does that make you hard, boy? Does that get you off?"

I hesitated for an instant, then looked up and stared at the camera.  "Yes,
Sir, it makes me extraordinarily hard, Sir."

"Why is that, boy?"

"Because it means I'm a pussyboy faggot, Sir. YOUR pussyboy faggot."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means I belong to you, Sir. Truly belong to you."

"And that you'll do anything I want you to, won't you, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And that turns you on, doesn't it, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, like you wouldn't believe."

"Then turn around and bend over and fuck yourself silly with that plug,
boy," he said.

"Knowing that someone you know is going to watch it. Show them what a
fucked-up slut you really are." I turned around and did it, only this time
my moans turned into loud grunts as the plug went in and out until the
point it began to slid in and out with relative ease. I could only imagine
what my asshole now looked like to the camera, all stretched out and open
and wet. Well, yes, I didn't really have imagine, because I knew what it
looked like. It looked like a cunt. Because that's what it was now.  Just a
cock-hungry cunt.

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COCK HUNGRY - Chapter 1

He turned the corner and I thought my heart was going to stop. I looked up
and he was standing there, a little digital camcorder in front of his
face. I was in my presenting position-hands clasped behind my neck and feet
spread shoulder-width-totally naked and achingly hard. "Oh, my god," I
slowly whispered.

He grinned. "What do you think of my new toy?" he asked in a voice filled
with self-amusement.

I could hardly speak. I knew the implications. Immediately. He had me
now. Whatever we had done before, I had deniability. If he tried to expose
me, it was his story against mine. But with this, oh my god, how we had
just crossed the line. He now had something of extreme value to hold over
me, something that gave him absolute power-proof. Just this much on film,
of me standing in that position with a hard-on, was pretty much enough to
seal that deal.

Now, he had me trapped. I'd have to serve him completely, and until he
released me ... if he released me. Or else risk the implied threat that if
I didn't please him, he could make sure certain that people would see that
video, and see me like THIS. Naked and hard. Including my family and
friends. I now had just three alternatives-kill him before the tape could
get out, leave town and never come back, or else give in and completely
submit. It was that simple. I was suddenly very afraid of him. My life was
entirely in his hands. "Please, Sir, I beg you," I said in a quiet
voice. "Please don't do this."

"What do you mean, boy?" he said, his voice still light and teasing.

"Please, Sir, I'm begging you. Please don't do this to me."

"Do what to you?"

"This," I replied. "Putting this on video."

"I don't know what 'this' is, boy," he said. "All I know is that you're
standing in front of me naked and hard, so I figure whatever 'this' is, it
must be turning you on. Is it, boy?"

I cringed and looked away. "Don't take your eyes off the camera, boy," he
snapped. I quickly turned back at the camera. "I want you looking at it
whenever it's in view," he said. "Oh, yes, I like that. Your eyes are
scared. But you're almost licking your lips and your dick is hard. Look at
that. My god. And before long your eyes are going to so filled with lust
that you'll be dripping wet just like a bitch in heat. And all for the
pleasure of our viewing audience."

He was so right; I was incredibly turned on. Doubts or not, my dick was
hard. But the stakes were so high. I loved to submit to him, but was I
ready for something like this? Something this extreme, this permanent? My
mind was racing too fast to know. So when I looked back at him, and the
camera, I continued to plead. "Please, Sir," I said. "Please don't do
this."

He chuckled and walked closer. "Tell you what, boy; I'll stop filming the
instant you lose your hard-on. How 'bout that? Fair enough?"

I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration, but didn't dare such an open
transgression. "Please, Sir," I said. My voice was even smaller, as were my
protests. He was right: I couldn't make my dick go down. It just stayed up
at full mast. In fact, it got hard every time I laid eyes on him. That's
how much this man turned me on. The ferocity of his kiss. The heft of his
cock in my mouth. The animalistic fucks. My god, I couldn't get enough. For
those three things, I was willing to suffer. And for the privilege of his
cock, he made me suffer greatly.

"Go ahead and beat off, boy," he said. "Play with your dick while I film
you." The camera probably picked up my gasp. I hesitated, then simply did
what he said to do, the way he'd trained me to do. As soon as my hand
reached my dick and I began to obey him in front of his camcorder, I was
his. I was beating off, staring at the camera with wanton lust. I now
belonged to him, and we both knew it. "Tell me what you want, fucker."

This was a well-rehearsed scene, and I knew that I had to immediately pick
up the cue. "I want your cock, Sir," I said. There. Camera or not, I'd said
it. It was all out in the open. I had given in, submitted. Totally and
completely. I was hard in front of a man who was filming me, and I was
jerking off and begging for his cock. The jig was definitely up now. He had
more than enough ammo against me. I was done. No matter what came next, it
was already all over. I'd just crossed the line and now there was no going
back.

So I took a deep breath and simply gave in to it, let the lust consume me
as it always did when I was with him. I looked directly at him, at the
camera, and with the hungriest look I could imagine, said, "My god, Sir,
how I want your cock. I crave your cock, Sir." And I did. I absolutely
loved his cock. It was just perfect. Nicely thick; just wide enough to
uncomfortably stretch me, with a fat and sumptuous head that was perfect to
suck. He'd taught me what that beautiful cock was for: To turn my mouth
into a cock-hungry pussy, and my asshole into a cock-hungry cunt.

"I bet you do, bitch," he said, with another sardonic chuckle. "Tell me,
boy, getting close to cumming yet?"

"Yes, Sir," I gasped, looking up straight at the camera. I hadn't cum in 10
days and yearned for the chance. He'd quickly taught me that cumming was
something I earned, something I did only with his permission, and something
that I wouldn't be allowed to do very often. He liked to keep me, as he put
it, primed for action. Once a week, if I was lucky, he let me have an
orgasm. It kept me in a constant state of heat, and constant frustration.

"Then stop playing with yourself," he said. "You don't have my permission
to cum. I want you to run your hands up and play with your tits."

My fingers moved up to my chest, and locked onto my nipples. I looked at
him, at the camera, knowing it was recording everything. It no longer
mattered; my lust had erased all inhibitions. I was raw and open. I moaned,
no longer caring what the camera saw. It no longer mattered. I was caught,
so I might as well revel in it.

"That's right, bitch," the man I knew was now my true master said. "Play
with those nipples like the cock hungry slut you are. Okay, now squeeze,
pussyboy. Squeeze HARD, boy. Now pull them out. TUG, boy, like they're sow
tits."

He knew damned well that my nipples are my weakness. Control my nipples,
control me and control my dick. Believe me, he learned that trick early
on. In fact, he worked my nipples over so much one night that he'd caused
me to spontaneously cum without even a touch to my dick. And then whipped
me silly for it, too, as if it was my fault. Of course, he'd told me later
how proud he was of that moment. And now, for the sole benefit of his movie
camera, I was playing with my nipples and moaning loudly and ready to do
any goddamned thing he demanded of me. Camera or not.

"Keep working those nipples, boy," he directed me. "How long since you've
cum, cockbreath?"

"Ten days, Sir," I gasped, my fingers still squeezing and pulling my
nipples.

"Ten days?" he asked, innocently. "Doesn't sound like a strong sex drive. I
mean, right now, it seems you are nothing BUT a sex drive. How come you
haven't cum? A slut like you should be aching to cum five or six times a
day."

All this with my eyes locked on him, on the camera. Capturing
everything. And this: "I haven't cum because you didn't allow it,
Sir. You've had me in a CB-3000, a chastity device. Locked in. And you have
the only key, Sir."  "How does that make you feel, faggot?"

"Like your slave, Sir."

Then he went for the jugular. "Tell me about your ass, boy."

Now, it was really over. "You've got a butt plug in there, Sir," I said.

"I don't remember putting a butt plug up your ass, boy. You must be
imagining things."

He was enjoying this. "No, Sir. I put it in myself, Sir," I said. "It's a
standing order.

Whenever I see you, Sir, I have to show up cleaned out and wearing a butt
plug."

"But I didn't make you shove a butt plug up your ass for nothing, did I
boy? Isn't there a purpose?"

"Yes, Sir," said. "You're being kind, Sir. You make me take the butt plug
so that my hole is ready to take your cock."

"Your what? Tell me I didn't hear what I think I just heard you say, boy."
The tone of his voice changed. I quickly realized my mistake.

"Excuse me, Sir," I said quickly. "My cock-hungry cunt, Sir. You want my
cock-hungry cunt ready to take your cock, Sir."

He directed me to turn around and pull my cheeks apart. Said he wanted to
get this on camera. I felt so blatant, so openly a slut. Worse, a faggot
slut. What would my friends think if they saw this? They thought I was
straight. I even had the reputation as a lady's man. My god, he could show
this to ANYBODY. We had reached the core essential-I now belonged to him
and was totally in his power and under his control. He held the ultimate
trump card. It was all out of my hands. I was completely at his mercy. He
was now my complete Lord and Master. And I worshipped at the alter of his
cock.

So when he told me turn around and pull my cheeks apart to show off the
butt plug that stretched my cock-hungry cunt, that's exactly what I did.

"How does that plug feel, boy?"

"Big, Sir."

He laughed derisively. "Oh, you'll take bigger than that, boy. Tell you
what. I think our viewing audience back home would like to see you fuck
yourself with it. But, first, let everyone see it because none of them know
exactly how big that thing is that's inside you. Pull out that plug and
show it off, boy."

It took more than a little effort to dislodge it because my hole was
wrapped tightly around the base. I finally got it out and held it up
through my legs.

"Stand up and turn around, boy," he said. When I turned around, he had the
camera aimed straight at my face. "Plug your pussy, boy," he directed
me. So I did. I opened wide and sucked the plug - still warm and greasy
from being in my cunt - into my mouth, which he'd renamed "my pussy", and
held it there. "My god," he said. "What a fucking slut you are. Do you
realize what I could do with this tape? Who might see it? Aren't you afraid
of that, boy?"

I couldn't very well answer with a butt plug in my mouth, although I did
emphatically nod my head. "Think about who is inside the lens as you stare
at it, a fucking butt plug in your pussy and your dick rock hard. It might
be your sister. It might be your ex-girlfriend. Or that long-time friend of
yours who thinks you're straight and such a stud. In fact, here's what I
want you to do, boy. Make me a list. Later on tonight, you're going to sit
down at my computer and give me the name, phone number and address of the
ten people. Nod if you understand me."

I nodded. "Five will be the ones you most don't want to see your home movie
debut, which I figure will include your parents, your boss, that bitch you
used to live with, your best friend and your sister. The other five will be
the ones you secretly want to see this DVD. And I want you to understand;
at least one of them will receive a DVD of what I've filmed today. Nod if
you understand."

I nodded again. "Of course, that's not to say I won't also post it on the
internet for horny old toads to watch and jerk off to, seeing you used this
way and doing nothing to resist. Let them watch you being treated like a
dirty fucking cunt. You'd like that though, wouldn't you, boy? Because
that's just the kind of slutty bitch you are, isn't it, boy?" He snorted
and stepped close until his mouth was at my ear and his words came in a low
whisper. "The thing of it is, I can show this to anybody I choose, under
any circumstance. And I own you because of it. You understood that from the
minute you saw the camera, didn't you, boy? You look ridiculous standing
there with that plug in your pussy. Take that ass-smeared thing out."

I removed the plug. "Answer me, boy," he said. "I asked if you realize that
you belong to me now."

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Sir," I said. "I very much realize that I
belong to you. If I don't please you, then you can ruin me instantly. And
even if I do please you, someone I know is going to see this video."

"Which puts you completely at my mercy, doesn't it, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," said, lowering my head. "Completely and totally at your mercy."

"And does that make you hard, boy? Does that get you off?"

I hesitated for an instant, then looked up and stared at the camera. "Yes,
Sir, it makes me extraordinarily hard, Sir."

"Why is that, boy?"

"Because it means I'm a pussyboy faggot, Sir. YOUR pussyboy faggot."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means I belong to you, Sir. Truly belong to you."

"And that you'll do anything I want you to, won't you, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And that turns you on, doesn't it, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, like you wouldn't believe."

"Then turn around and bend over and fuck yourself silly with that plug,
boy," he said.

"Knowing that someone you know is going to watch it. Show them what a
fucked-up slut you really are." I turned around and did it, only this time
my moans turned into loud grunts as the plug went in and out until the
point it began to slid in and out with relative ease. I could only imagine
what my asshole now looked like to the camera, all stretched out and open
and wet. Well, yes, I didn't really have imagine, because I knew what it
looked like. It looked like a cunt. Because that's what it was now.  Just a
cock-hungry cunt.

Always ready for feedback, constructive or otherwise. Especially if it's
from a man who seeks this kind of slave. bluumagic at yahoo