Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

... six inch length. Slight upward curve. It was cut, and the mushroom head had a darker, reddish hue to it.

Scott leaned away from it. They couldn't be serious? They... wasn't this forced? Wasn't this ra--

"Ah, anewbie," came the voice again. Without being able to see the face of whoever's cock that was, Scott found he couldtaste the massive, shit-eating grin. "Myfavourite."

Sure enough, Scott watched the cock quiver and almost seem to grow an extra half inch and become somehow stiffer.

"I sure hope this is your first time," came a snicker. There was a click from the wall. The other side of the wall. Scott felt his stomach freeze up as the stainless steel machine above him moved. The rails shifted. The motor with the leather ropes fed into it shifted across the ceiling to directly above the waiting cock, hard against the wall. Then, the leather ropes began to pull.

The machine was retracting them!

Scott was dragged over to the wall, directly in front of the cock. It brushed his cheek, and he started to try to just stand up... but found that the motor had detached. It was actuallytwo motors, with the second moving to the opposite wall. It had somehow also spread the arms with the leather ropes attached to his ankles so that they were forced to stay spread out. He was stuck directly in front of the cock!

There was a nasty laugh from the cock, and it gently moved back and forth across his face.

"Yeah, fight me, bitch. That's gonna work."

The feeling of ...

... the cock rubbing across his face was somehow enraging and also erotic. Scott kept his mouth shut, but there was something else happening. The stress of his legs and arms being where they are had begun to make his joints ache.

"Feelin' the burn, newbie? I can keep you like that all night, you know. I could walk away from this booth and leave you like that--and I will, if I'm unhappy."

Scott knew, somehow, that the voice was not lying. He was not a fit man. His joints were burning. The cock had started to press against his lips. "That means," the voice continued, "no biting."

He couldn't help it. The pain in his joints was becoming too intense and he opened his mouth to suck in a breath... and suddenly his mouth was full. The most incredible thing about the feeling of the bulbous head pushing past his lips, the shaft, veiny and textured, slightly slippery because of the skin being looser due to the circumcision sliding over his tongue, the most incredible thing about it was that it felt perfectly normal.

Like sucking a finger or a thumb. It just happened to belong to someone else. It was almost confusingly flavourless, but not quite flavourless. It tasted like skin, and a bit of salt. The evil stench he had expected was nowhere to be seen. There was certainly a mild musk, with his nose that close to someone's testicles, but it was almost erotically subtle.

Scott's drunk, dosed, and dazed mind somehow sped straight to what is, psychological speaking, a perfectly ...