A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 07

... had enough spatula Stevie, but apparently not!"

"But I, a, did as you..."

"How many times did you masturbate yesterday? Be honest, it will go that much easier for you, my friend."

My inner voice screamed, "You are not my fucking friend!"

"No, I, a..."

"Apparently the spatula is the only tool that brings honesty, Stevie. You are a terrible liar, which makes you all the better as my cock sucker. None the less, I am done with your lack of compliance. I think it's time to bring Amy into this..."

"No, please! Three times! I swear." I yelled in a panic. I immediately realized how pathetic that statement was. As if he wouldn't believe I only masturbated three times in twenty-four hours.

"Three times! Fuck CC you have another superpower. Able to jack off more than any mere mortal."

I sat back down on the toilet seat edge and stared pathetically at the screen as he pondered my fate.

"I'm just not sure what to do with you Stevie," he said in his condescending voice. "You have real problems with the truth..."

I decided to stroke his ego and beg for forgiveness. It was all I could think of. I did not want that spatula again. "I'm so sorry Mark, I can't stop thinking about your cock! You said we would watch the video together and when you cancelled, I couldn't help myself and watched it alone. I wanted it so bad when I saw myself coming for you, I couldn't wait."

"Tell me about all three times Stevie," he said without emotion.

I began to describe the ...

... events of the previous night and saw his face light up as I did. I went into every detail, deep throating the dildo before riding it in time with my alter ego on the video. I even told him how excited I got watching myself in my Captain Cock-Whore outfit. I went on to talk about getting excited in the shower and suctioning the dildo to the shower wall and fucking the dildo with my ass as I jacked off again. By the time I got through describing my morning session of fucking the sheets, my cock was rock hard. It was as if something snapped in my head, and I wanted him to know everything. I told him I imagined being in my outfit as he watched me rub myself off on the sheets for him.

"Thank you for your honesty. You really are a cock-whore Stevie. Are you hard again?"

"Yes sir." I said shamefully.

"Show me?" I panned the camera down. "Holy shit, maybe we should call you Boner Boy instead." He laughed. "No, you are a Senior Captain, we should give you the respect you deserve Captain... Cock-whore."

I said nothing but panned the camera back to my face.

"Hard to punish you after being that honest with me. Tell you what, no more coming tonight, Understood!"

"Yes sir." I replied meekly.

"Good, if you ever make yourself come without my permission again, you will pay with your ass, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"You're where, again tomorrow, Captain?"

"Minneapolis, sir."

"Good, same time zone. When you get to your hotel, you will face time and replay exactly what ...