Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:41:52 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 2 - Gay Authoritarian

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I had written this, at the beginning, as a one-off, but received so many
positive responses and requests to continue the story, that I decided to do
so.  As I've often said, these stories tend to write themselves, at least
mine do, so how far it will go I won't predict.  Enjoy.

Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental.  No real
people are depicted in this piece of fiction.  This story contains explicit
male to male sex, domination and bondage.  If you don't enjoy reading this
sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING.  If
you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't
look back!  And be sure that you practice safer sex.  Don't become another
statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates.  Don't be barebacking: it's your
LIFE you're playing with.  This story is STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT
espouse or endorse unprotected anal sex!

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Prologue - What's happened to me?  I can't wrap my head around it.  When
what I've become flits across my consciousness, tears come to my eyes and
sometimes I have to hurry to the restroom to avoid the questions that would
naturally come from my co-workers and subordinates.  I'm overcome with
shame, embarrassment and humiliation.  While I can't figure out how this
all happened, I can tell you what has happened: I've been converted into a
cock-sucker and I hate it.  I hate what I've become; I hate that I opened
myself up for it; I hate that I can't stop it.


Chapter 2

I came home to an empty house.  My wife was still at her meeting and she'd
dropped the kids off at her sister's.  She'd left me a note telling me my
supper was in the fridge and that the kids would be staying over with their
cousins till Sunday.  I was relieved no one was there.  I got my supper out
of the fridge and put it in the midcrowave and poured myself a scotch.  My
jaw was still sore from the work-out Greg had given my mouth and I flushed
with shame and humiliation at the thought of it: he'd told me I was now his
cock-sucker.  How could this have happened?  I was a straight man; a
father, a husband.  How could I be his cock-sucker?  He called me "maggot",
but the implication was obvious; change out one letter and you get
"faggot".  Tears sprang to me eyes; I was his faggot and he truly had me by
the short-hairs.  The only way out was to quit my job, leave everything
behind and move to a small town somewhere and hope to find menial work.
And how could I do that to my family?  How could I explain it to Elaine and
the kids?

"Oh, I have something to tell you all: not only am I an embezzler, but my
boss found out and he's turned me into his cock-sucking sex slave.  The
only way to change that is for us to move to East Jabip and disappear."

Yeah, that would go over big.  Elaine would take the kids and leave, or
worse yet, throw me out.  I'd have nothing, zip, zilch, nada.  The only
answer was to stick it out (pardon the double entendre) and hope I could
satisfy Greg and head off having him turn me over to the district attorney.

I downed my scotch and poured another.  Then I took my dinner out of the
microwave and sat down to eat.  With that, I got a signal of an incoming
mail message on my phone and opened it; it was a link:
http://ca.groups.yahoo.com/group/FaggotDeepthroaters and some instructions:

maggot: • Go to Yahoo and open an e-mail account.  Make the ID
"Gregs-cocksucker" • Join this Yahoo group.  • When the moderator
admits you, send an e-mail to the group introducing yourself and saying
that your now Greg's straight cock-sucker and that Greg is going to train
you to be the best straight cock-sucker ever and thank me.  • I'll be
looking for your message to the group.  • Join at www.boundgods.com and
view some of the videos.  See those about training.  You'll know them when
you see them.  • Go online and order one of these:
http://www.mr-s-leather.com/VAC652/stryker- the-realistic-cock.html.  Have
it sent to my office.  • At noon on Monday, be in my office.  Be prompt
or you'll be punished.

Sir

I swallowed hard and once again, tears sprang to my eyes.  Greg wasn't
about to forget this.  I was done; I was toast.  All I could hope was that
Elaine didn't discover this and throw me out.  I glanced at the clock: it
was 9:00 and she'd be home soon.  I need to follow Greg's instructions and
do it quickly.

I went through his message and did each task as he ordered.  By 9:45, I was
now "Gregs- cocksucker" on the FaggotDeepthroaters group, I'd ordered the
dildo and had it shipped to Greg's office and had joined Bound Gods and was
viewing "Training begins on the Upper floor". As I watched, my cock began
to get hard, but I also had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach: was
this what was going to happen to me?  My conclusion had to be that,
inevitably, it was.  I was going to become Greg's sex slave, whether I
wanted to or not.  I watched the slave being trained to assume the correct
postures, being trained to suck and to take it up the ass (Oh god, please,
not that – anything but that!)

Suddenly, I heard Elaine at the front door.  I'd lost track of the time!
In a panic, I shut down the website and closed my laptop and tried to pull
myself together emotionally.  There was nothing I could do about the
hard-on I had.  Hopefully, that wouldn't be a problem.  Elaine came in in a
good mood and kissed me.

"Hi hon.  Ready for a nice weekend?  I know I'm looking forward to it!" she
said breezily and sat down on my lap, facing me.

"Oh my, what's this?" she said, smiling and reaching between my legs.  "I
guess you are ready for a nice weekend!"

I had to agree and found that the memory of my evening was slipping away
like a dark shadow in the mid-day light.  Here was the woman I loved and I
was quite turned on.  A switch had flipped in my brain and I quickly forgot
the initial cause of my erection.  I wanted her; I wanted my wife!


Chapter 3.

The next day, Elaine went out to do the weekend errands and I logged on to
my new Yahoo account; there was a message from Greg.

"Good maggot," he wrote.  "I'm glad you're following orders.  Send a
message to the group telling them that you're brand new to this and that
Master Greg will be training you to be a good cock- sucker.  Ask them to
contact me and give me their ideas for things you should be trained to do
and the methods for training you.  And be a polite cock-sucker and say
thank you.  Respecting your superiors is critical.  Just remember maggot;
you're no longer a man: you belong to me!

BTW, which video did you watch on Bound Gods and tell me how you felt as
you watched it."

I sent a message to the group saying: "I'm new to this and Master Greg has
ordered me to send a message introducing myself and telling you that he
will be training me to be a good cock-sucker.  He asks you to send him
ideas of things that I should be trained to do and methods for training me.
Thank you."

Then I sent a message to Greg telling him that I'd watched "Training begins
on the upper floor".  I told him it made me hard but I didn't want to be
fucked!  I begged him not to do that to me.  I had the distinct feeling
that if he fucked me, I would then be a faggot, rather than simply a maggot
and I dreaded being turned into a faggot.

I got a message in my Inbox a few minutes later: "Good maggot.  You're
coming along.  As to fucking...  you're mine now and I will do with you
what I choose.  Now tell me maggot; do you belong to a gym?  If you don't,
join one.  If you do, you need to start working out six days a week.  Tell
me which gym you're a member of or will be joining and get there today."

I immediately wrote back: "yes sir, I belong to the Retro gym in
E. Rutherford, though I haven't used it much.  I will do as you order sir."

I packed up my gear and headed to the gym.  As I was changing in the
locker-room, I had an uncomfortable urge to look at other men's cocks
coupled with a dread of seeing them.  Before Greg had seized control of me,
I couldn't have cared less about men's genitals – they were just part of
the plumbing, like mine.  But having been forced to suck Greg's cock had
caused a realignment of my awareness and now cocks held a sense of threat
and menace, a sense of power and danger and an excitement.  The excitement
I found very difficult to understand.  But I did realize that my own dick
was getting firm as I glanced furtively at other men's equipment.  Most
were flaccid and looked rather smallish.  I myself am fairly well-hung, or
such was my recollection from the adolescent comparisons we did in the
locker-room in high-school.  I'm about six inches when soft and have a good
girth.  I'm not a horse, but am quite respectable and when I'm
erect... well let me say that Elaine's never complained.

I found myself staring at another guy.  He looked to be about my size;
maybe a little larger and I think his dick looked like Greg's.  I was
captivated and couldn't take my eyes off it.  Then I watched as it began to
stiffen and rise.  Truth be told, I was looking at the cock and didn't even
see the man it belonged to.  Then he reached down and hefted it and let it
bounce.

"Want something cock-sucker?" he said.

I raised my eyes to his and flushed scarlet.

"N-n-no sir," I answered.  "I'm sorry.  I must've been day-dreaming."

"Well you can day-dream all you want cock-sucker," he said, walking toward
me.

He was tall and trim with brown hair on his chest and belly.  His head was
shaved and shiny.  As he walked toward me, his cock swinging from side to
side, he was smirking at me.

"I guess I can tell what you want," he said.  "Meet me in the steam room in
an hour."

"Yes sir," I answered, completely unsure why I was allowing him to dominate
me in this way.

I did my work-out: machines, cardio and finished with some stretching.  By
the time I was finished, I was sweating like a horse.  All of the anxiety
and nervous energy had been channeled into my exercise and I was whipped.
I went back to my locker and realized I'd been at it for an hour and ten
minutes.  I was late!  The man had ordered me to meet him in the steam room
and I was ten minutes late.  That he had no rights over me was somehow
pushed aside by the pummeling my ego had taken during the last 20 hours or
so.  I grabbed a towel and went to the steam room.  It appeared to be
empty.  Thank god!  Maybe he'd been pulling my leg.  But as long as I was
there, I figured I relax and let my muscles loosen up.  I sat on a bench
and closed my eyes.

I heard the door open and heard foot steps coming my way.  I opened my eyes
and there was the cock staring at me.  He grabbed my jaw and squeezed,
forcing my mouth open.

"Eat it cock-sucker," he demanded quietly but authoritatively.  "I need
some relief."

The way he had my face in his hand, I couldn't have resisted anyway.  My
mouth opened and he inserted his cock.  He was thicker than Greg, though
not as long.  But he spread my jaws uncomfortably.  I struggled to
accommodate him and remembered that Greg had told me to swallow to relieve
the urge to gag, so I swallowed and gasped for air, sucking in what I could
through the corners of my mouth, since my palate was stuck against the back
of my throat and there was no way air was coming in through my nose as long
as he was in me.

He groaned and grabbed the back of my head with both hands and began to
thrust.  I quickly got the rhythm and would inhale every time he pulled
back.

"Good cock-sucker," he moaned quietly.  "Oh yeah!  God, that feels good.
I'm going to enjoy coming to the gym even more now.  Work my cock with your
tongue boy.  You like this don't you cock-sucker?"

"Mmmmmmph mmph," I answered.  I realized that whether I'd agreed with him
or not, he didn't understand and didn't care.  As long as he had a face to
fuck, he was happy.

The pace of his thrusts increased and then felt the rabbiting and heard the
groans of a man in orgasm.  He held onto my head, though I struggled to
pull off of him.  I didn't want him coming in my mouth.  But he wasn't
asking me what I wanted and I felt the jerkings of his cock as he shot down
my throat.

"Oh man, that was great," he said, his cock still in my mouth.  "Stay right
there cock-sucker.  Don't move."

I felt him begin to soften and then I felt his cock swell slightly and felt
heat in my throat.  My god, he was pissing down my throat.  Instinctively,
I started swallowing, not know what else to do.  He had a firm grip on my
head and wasn't letting go.

"Good boy.  Good cock-sucker.  Drink my piss.  Take care of your daddy," he
said softly.

When he was finished, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped both
sides of my face with it.

"Good boy.  I'll see you here again," he said and left me alone with my
humiliation.

To be continued.