Becoming, Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Becoming, Ch. 02

... normal coping reflex.

This isn't so bad, he thought.

There was a long pause. He got the feeling that the person attached to the cock in his mouth was waiting for something. His own mind was scrambling for some kind of response, but it was having a lot of trouble. Options were limited when chained to the wall and immobilised with a cock in your mouth.

"Start sucking, newbie."

Scott tried to jerk his head back, but the pain in his shoulders and knees forced him to recoil even from that--and seemed to give the impression of himselfbobbing on this cock.

There was a satisfied grunt, and as Scott paused, the voice changed into resignation. "Okay. Well, I guess I can get you started. You're gonna suck eventually." The cock began to move back and forth, and Scott realised that he was having his face fucked. He tried to open his mouth as wide as he could in response, but the cock kept moving back and forth across his tongue and he got tired and dry and eventually closed his mouth around the dick again.

He seriously considered biting, but it was a bleak prospect. His body was on fire, his cock was strangely hard, and more and more of his mind was beginning to suggest he justget it over with. It's not so bad.

So, Scott did something he never, ever thought he would do. He shut his eyes, sealed his lips, and began to suck on the cock in his mouth each time it drove into him. "Oh, Ilove breaking in the new sluts," the voice came, almost breaking into a moan at the end ...

... of the sentence.

Scott thought the cock was still thrusting into his mouth, kept his eyes squeezed shut and kept sucking. He began to notice that every sound the cock's owner made... sort of, reverberated through him. The moans made him want to moan. The shit-talk about "new sluts" and "fresh bitch" and the like made his cock hard, made his hands clench. He felt like he'd become just an extension of this person's penis--a cocksleeve, an extension meant for pleasure. An extensionof this person's pleasure.

At some point, he opened his eyes and realised the cock was no longer moving in and mouth of him--he was bobbing in a fierce, almost angry motion, and sucking like he was trying to finish a milkshake through a straw.

"Broken," the voice sighed happily.

Scott's mouth abruptly flooded with something salty and bitter. He swallowed reflexively and it was gone almost like it had never been there at all. Except there was a strange... almost numbness, an almost memory of bitter flavour.

The cock in Scott's mouth began to soften, and he opened up, tentatively. The penis withdrew, apparently with some reluctance.

"Congratulations, slut," said the voice in a grudging sort of way, "You earned your first tip. A little basic, but I'm sure you'll learn some technique soon. Very enthusiastic, though. I'll keep an eye on you. Got promise."

Scott blinked, swallowing again to make sure--had that been semen?--whatever had pumped into his mouth was gone and then sat stunned ...