A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07

Special thanks to Kenji Sato for helping to edit this story.

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I landed in Minneapolis Saturday, for my final flight of the day. As I completed my final checks and flight logs, I pulled up my burner phone and saw there was a text from Mark. I put the phone away and exited the Boing 737B and headed for the hotel shuttle.

I would wait until I checked into the room to read what my tormentor had in store for me. The stupid burner phone was my idea as part of my plot to get free from the pervert after he manipulated me during a run in the park two weeks ago. Not only did my plan fail miserably, but now the hole was dug so deep, the burner was my way of communicating with him on a daily basis.

He required daily video chats from my hotel room, so he could force me to humiliate myself for his amusement. Sadly his amusement usually ended with me coming on camera for him, and now with a dildo in my ass, or in some in other compromising position.

Hard to convince my wife Amy I'm being coerced when I'm on video jacking off until I come riding a vibrating dick. More frustrating, was my cock stirred as I thought about what he would 'make' me do that night.

When I pulled up his message, I was surprised.

Mark: You had an exciting morning yesterday and a long day. Take the day off. We'll talk tomorrow.

Me: Thanks

I was a little surprised he responded immediately.

Mark: What time do you finish in LA tomorrow?

Me: Should be at the hotel 8PM ...

... Pacific

Mark: Face time me when you get in CC

I was relieved I got a full day reprieve, but his nick name for me reminded me just how far I had fallen. Yesterday morning, I had to put on a red spandex Tee with the giant white outline of a cock and balls on the chest with the letters CC inside. I was actually grateful for the red and black wrestler's mask that covered my face. The outfit was completed by wearing nothing but black thigh high stockings and a garter belt down below.

When I tried to leave my briefs on, I was punished with a two-foot-long wooden handled heavy-duty stainless-steel spatula. So I spent the morning in my 'Captain Cock-whore' uniform, either on my knees sucking his dick or bent over taking his monster cock in the ass.

I was on the first night of a ten-day trek before returning home to Dallas to my family and my nemesis. My pilot schedule often keeps me from home several days at a time before returning for a few days off. He told me I would need to come for him every night for the first seven nights and then I would have to 'rest up' for three days before I returned home. At which point, I would have to pay him a visit to service him before I could see my family.

It all happened so quickly. After a chance encounter in the woods with Mark on my first jog in our new city. He manipulated me into sucking his cock after setting it up to look like I was the perv soliciting him in public. When he brought his twisted cop friend into this, there was no way ...