Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 09:23:52 -0500
From: Dawson Spear <dawson.spear@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cop Chapter 9 authoritarian

From Chapter 8

He carefully leaned forward and lifted my scrotum, and smelled the crease
between my thigh and sack.  His tongue lapped at my sweat and funkiness; he
moved to my sack and tried to suck both orbs into his mouth, but they were
too tightly up against my body, so he took one at a time and licked, sucked
and tasted me.  After taking the other into his mouth he moved on to the
other crease.  At that point he simply moved his head sideways until he was
staring my cock head on from a distance of about six inches.

Chapter 9

From Chris Parry's point of view.

My mind was full trying to take into consideration all of what Charles had
said.  I really was happy about our relationship.  At that point that pissy
little voice came back and said "You've gone a long way baby.  Just
yesterday at this time you weren't a screaming homo.  In less than 24 hours
you've stated kissing a guy, let him, correct that begged him to fuck you
and to cum inside you; agreed to become his sex slave; turn everything you
have or will ever have over to him absolutely; and then when you finally
get the balls enough to ask him for clarification he tells you that
absolute control means that he can have your nuts cut off and you are ok
with that; and if that is not enough he is black.  Oh yeah, I forgot, you
are about to suck his cock that is covered in piss, his cum, and whatever
shit of yours that did not come out the first time he gave you a piss
enema.  Have at it fag but give me a break."

I leaned down and licked his cock, starting at the base coming up to the
head.  I don't know if it was my imagination or fact but I stopped for a
second and let the thoughts run through my mind.  What were the tastes I
was experiencing?  Could I tell the difference between the taste of my ass
slime from his piss or his cum?  I was not sure, and then I realized that
it really did not matter.  I was hooked on this guy if he would have me or
keep me, and I was sure it meant that I would sooner than later have to
suck his cock; more than likely in the next little bit his baby makers
would be making their way into my stomach.  He seemed to like the taste of
mine and he ate it because he liked it not because he was obligated in any
way to swallow the sperm of his male slave.

I had smelled my cum before when I had jerked off and was wiping it up, and
if I was truthful I had tasted it when on an extra horny occasion my dick
had spewed forth with sufficient thrust to make it to my lips.  It hadn't
tasted bad, kind of like a raw oyster in consistency, with a nutty and
salty taste.  The taste that had come from his balls and his creases really
was salty like sweat, a musky taste and/or smell and a slightly bitter
overtone.  My brain had been working in the background and I came to the
realization that I wanted to taste his cum; I wanted this relationship to
grow; I needed to be held by him at night with his thighs on both sides of
me, his arms holding me and yes his cock sunk to the hilt in my ass.  I
remembered that conversation we had and my memory replayed it for me:

"Do you accept the fact that when I have fucked you, impregnated you with
my sperm and you cum without anyone touching your clit that you will at
that point have become my bitch?

"Yes Sir!"

I guess that I was already his bitch.  But what about the other thing he
had said,

"What you have to do is two things: First you must trust me absolutely and
second you have to listen carefully to exactly what I say.  If you don't
then what you will have done is to force my hand because you will have
defied me.  When you defy me by saying no or refusing to do as I say, it
will cause me to force you to not only do what I have said but I will then
have to take it to the next step and require you to do something greater as
well. At that point you will be forced to require you to do to what I said
to begin with and then something more, which is beyond what I had
originally planned."

What could that mean?

I leaned forward about six inches and starting in the hair around his cock
I slowly licked my way to the head.  I was amazed at how rock solid the
shaft was while at the same time felt so soft like velvet.  Maybe that what
was meant by the saying the velvet hammer.  There was more of the salty
flavor with a slight bitter over tone and a dose of musk.  I pulled back on
his shaft so that the head was coming towards me and opened my mouth.  I
know I nicked him with my teeth, lifted off and said "I am sorry; I have
never done this before."

"I know that and thus the reason that you won't receive a spanking for it.
Stick your tongue out so that it covers your lower teeth and cover your
upper ones with your upper lip.  First you need to lick with your tongue
and then let the head slip in.  You need to be aware that until you have
some practice you are going to gag. Gagging is important because it will
cause snot to run out of your nose like when you cry and cause you to cough
which likewise will cause slime to come up from your stomach both of which
will cause my prick to slip and slide in and out of your mouth much easier.
It is simply a matter of practice.  It is my responsibility to see that you
get enough practice."

Following his advice I went to work.  I slowly lowered my mouth and felt
his cock enter.  He lay still and to his credit did not lift his hips or
otherwise try and force himself into me.  When the shaft of his cock was
about half way in it hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.  I
quickly lifted off, looked up at him to find him smiling down at me; I
smiled back and went back down; when I got back again to the gag point I
stopped, holding still for a moment.  I swallowed and realized that I could
not breathe through my mouth and so took a breath in and slowly lowered my
head.  Shortly I came to a sticking point whereby I could make no further
progress; I tried but I simply could fit no more.

Charles put his hands on my head, without any pressure just resting there
and said, "Stay still and breathe through your nose.  Get use to breathing
through your nose instead of your mouth."

I did so and then he gently raised my head and noticed that slime was
dripping from my mouth and fell on the head of his cock.  He then tilted my
head so that I was looking at him and saw him smiling at me, saying, "Take
a couple more breaths and swallow."

I did so, sitting back on my haunches, licking my lips.  "Are you tasting
me?  How does my cock taste?"

I smiled and said, "I am now a cocksucker, but I have only tasted one, and
have nothing to compare it to, but I doubt that it could get any better; I
like the way you taste but why can't I get it all in my throat?"

"You will shortly.  I wanted you to take a breath and talk to you a minute.
What I want you to do next is to get back to the gag point, swallow like
you did, and then continue breathing through your nose, and when you get to
that point, relax because I am going to help you, by pushing down on your
head.  Don't panic because I am not forcing you but rather I am helping you
stretch your throat so you can get it in there.  Once we get it in you a
couple of times your throat will naturally stretch so as to accommodate
me."

From Charles Green's point of view.

Damn if this boy isn't more than I could have ever hoped for.  I let him
lower his head to the gag point, felt him swallow and ease an additional
inch or so before he came to a stop.  At that point I said, "Remain calm,
don't panic, and simply let me guide you."

At that point I put my hands on his head and gently applied some pressure
and slowly his throat was stretched so that shortly his nose was in my
pubic hair.  I took my hands off his head and he remained there momentarily
and then he slowly pulled up until I fell out of his mouth.  He coughed up
some more slime which he let drip out of his mouth and onto my prick.  He
cleared his throat coughing up yet more slime.  He smiled at me and I put
my hand lovingly on his cheek as he slowly took my cock into his mouth and
when he got to the gag point he tried to get it all in but again reached
the resistance point.  Instead of backing off, he reached out with his
hands and picked up both of mine and put them on his head.  He took in a
large amount of air through his nose and pushed on my hands so that my cock
again sank to the hilt.  On his own he remained there a moment before
rising up so that just the helmet was in this mouth; he took his tongue and
put it in my piss slit, put his tongue back over his lower teeth and then
with his hands on mine he pushed me in until he bottomed out.  He then
started moving up and down on my prick and gradually stretched his throat
until he was able to make it on his own.  Shortly I knew I could not hold
back any longer and in fact wanted to ejaculate.

I told him, "Chris, I am going to cum in a minute.  I am sure that the load
that is going to ejaculate will be more than you can hold in your mouth so
you need to swallow but I want you to try and keep some in your mouth."

It felt like I was going to blow the top off of his head.  My sperm felt
like it was rising from the bottom of my feet, racing all the way up my
legs and thighs, went towards the cheeks of my ass and then exploded out
the end of my cock.  To his credit he never blinked, gaged or made any type
of hesitation or reluctance.  He swallowed twice and I was afraid that he
had forgotten my instruction to keep some in his mouth.  I said to him,
"Did you keep some in your mouth?"

"Igued um." and he opened his mouth to reveal a mouth full of cum.  "Astur
kay eye ave um?"

I had no idea what he was saying, but said yes.  He then leaned over my
belly and allowed a small amount to spill.  He looked at me and asked, "ou
u ant e to allow he est?"

Again I said, "Yes."  Trust is a two way street and I wanted him to trust
me then I had to trust him.  When he had swallowed my sperm, he wiped his
hand across his mouth and looked to see if there was any more to clean up.

From Chris Parry's point of view,

I could not believe the taste of Charles' sperm.  I can't say I really
tasted the first two mouthfuls that I swallowed as I did not have time to
allow my taste buds to process it.  I am glad that he said he wanted me to
hold a mouthful because I finally could taste him.  I thought that I may
have dribbled some onto my chin but if I did I got it all with my tongue.

Charles asked me, "What did you say the first time before you put some on
my belly?"

I smiled and said, "I was trying to ask permission to drip some of you onto
your belly instead of swallowing it all."

He followed up by saying, "What did you ask then?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted me to swallow the rest."

"Well what are you going to do with this puddle?"

I reached my fingers out and rubbed some onto my fingers, and allowed my
fingers to feel the texture of his sperm.  I then lift my fingers to my
nose and sniffed it, and stared at it.  I then lowered my head to his belly
and licked him clean.  I noticed that his cock was still leaking some fluid
so I sucked it clean and pulled back his foreskin and cleaned in that area.

"I wanted to smell, look at, feel as well as taste your sperm; your
essence."

Charles pulled me up into the crook of his arm and kissed me, running his
tongue into my mouth.  I was so happy and relaxed.  I think at that point
that I was beginning to feel that I had found what I had never thought that
I would experience - love.

Charles looked down at me and said, "You did great.  In fact you did better
than great."  He lifted his legs so that his were outside of mine and he
sat up and slid up my body so that his legs were up against my arm pits.

He put his cock on my lips and said, "Open up."  I did so looking up at
him.

He said, "Remember all that I have told you.  When you used to beat off,
what would you need to do?"

For whatever reason, I stopped thinking.  Had I thought rationally I would
have realized that Charles knew I could not answer him so it obviously was
a question that he did not expect me to answer. Instead of that I tried to
talk with a mouthful of dick.  He could not understand me and I became
frustrated and then that damn little voice of doubt really did me a
disservice.  "Do you realize that he is going to piss in your mouth?  You
damn fool what are you going to allow him to do?"

I then started to fight him not wanting him to piss in my mouth.  It was
stupid and showed a lack of trust in Charles.  First I had already had my
mouth on him when we both had been soaked in his piss that came out of me
like a douche being expelled.  Second, I was his slave and had given him
absolute control over me.

From Charles Green's point of view.

I knew things had been going too smoothly.  There had to come the moment
when he would need breaking and it had arrived.  I had not asked him to
take my piss into his mouth; I had asked him what he needed to do after
beating off.  For most guys it is piss but for a lot it is simply cleaning
or wiping up the fluid.  Oh well it is time for the first lesson in trust.

I put my hands on his arms and one at a time slipped them beneath my legs
so that when done I was sitting on his chest with his arms under my legs.
He was trying to get free and being unable to move except for kicking his
legs he was trying to buck me off.  I reached behind me and got his nuts in
my hand.  Squeezing I looked him in the eye and said, "STOP!"

He did so laying there gasping for breath around my cock.  I looked down
into his eyes and said, "You fucked up.  You defied me.  You failed to
trust me. You did not do what I told you to do."

I pulled my cock out of his mouth and said to him, "What exactly did I say
to you?"  "Remember all that I have told you.  When you used to beat off,
what would you need to do?"

"And what would be the answer to my question?"

 "Sometimes I need to piss and all of the time I would need to clean up my
cum."

"Any problems with that?'

"No sir."

"All right, but now you have to face the consequences of your acts.  What
caused you to panic and put up that fight?  A fight by the way that you
could never win."

"I thought that you were going to piss into my mouth."

"What made you think that?"

"I don't know."

"What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?"

"For you to piss in my mouth."

"But isn't that what you were afraid I would do to you?  If that is the
case why are you saying that it is the appropriate punishment?"

"Because I failed to trust you."

I lifted my leg and allowed him to take his left arm from out from under my
leg and told him to put my cock back in his mouth and for him to hold it
there.  When he had done so, I told him to look me in the eyes; he did so,
and I slowly filled his mouth with my piss.  When I felt that it was about
half full I stopped the flow and look down at him.

"Open your mouth and simply lie there with it open, and my cock hanging on
your lips."

He did so and I slowly resumed pissing and as his mouth was filled it
overflowed onto his chest, ran down both sides of his neck onto the sheets.
Again I stopped and sat there looking down at him.  I said, "You have a
choice.  You can either swallow or move to get up and go into the bathroom
and spit it into the toilet.  Your choice and either way there will be no
penalty."