I was sitting close to Big T while he drove us home. My head resting on his shoulder, and unbelievably, my right hand between his slightly parted thighs cradling his scrotum. His balls were very heavy in my small hand.
The fear and panic I’d experienced moments earlier had subsided into resignation and regret.
How could I have been so naive? I wondered over and over. Brandon, you’ve known him over a month and you knew darn well how much he has wanted you all this time. You knew he would do anything to have sex with you and how could you not see this coming?
The car slowed down then stopped at a red light.
He said, “Kiss me, boy!”
What could I do? I had no choice but to turn my face to his and kiss him full on the mouth.
When the light turned green he patted my head and said, “Brandy, don’t be so sad…I already gave you the greatest orgasm of your life and there will many, many more to come, so to speak, hahaha…”
I didn’t respond but I had to grudgingly and ashamedly agree with him. The climax he’d given me had been overwhelmingly mind-numbing even though he’d made me cum in my briefs. I glanced down at the huge wet stain on the crotch of my beige shorts. It amazed me how quickly the hot sperm and semen that exploded from my prick had turned so cold inside my undies.
“W-What are you going to do with the, uh, video?” I cautiously asked him.
“I think of that as my insurance policy, sweetie,” he replied.
I was confused. “Insurance policy? Insurance for what?” I asked him.
“Brandy, let me just say that over the years I’ve met several boys like you…” he began. “Boys who need extra motivation and a purpose in life. That is why I made the video.”
I was becoming frustrated with his mysterious answers. “I don’t understand,” I sighed exasperated.
“You are a headstrong and independent boy…just because you performed for me once doesn’t guarantee your obedience to me in the future…if I hadn’t shown it to you would you be holding my balls for me right now?” he asked.
“No…no I guess not,” I grudgingly admitted to him.
“Of course not,” he said. “A boy like you…a boy so far in denial, a boy so out of touch with reality sometimes needs a hard slap across the face to wake him up. Do you understand?”
Oh yeah, it was crystal clear. “You’re going to use the video to blackmail me into having more sex with you!”
“Oh sweetie, ‘blackmail’ is such a harsh term…like I said, I consider the video as my insurance policy…here, I want you to watch it again…” he said handing me his cell phone.
I had to hold it in my left hand and he hit ‘play.’ I was forced to once again watch my degradation. This time, however, I concentrated on listening to the audio. I was so shocked by what I saw the first time he showed it to me, I didn’t really hear all of his comments.
The video begins with his long and slender cock already in my mouth. He’d had me go slow at first, my head barely moving up and down his erection, his hard cock disappearing into my mouth a fraction-of-an-inch at a time.
For a brief moment, I felt a surge of hope. The camera angle was such that it showed the top of my head, my forehead and nose, and I could clearly see his hard penis sliding in and out between a pair of lips, but the rest of my face was almost unrecognizable.
Sure, I know it is me doing that for him, but could anyone else swear that it was me sucking his cock?
“Ohhh yes, that feels sooo good, Brandon…I can already tell you love sucking cock…”
He hadn’t begun videoing until after his initial instructions of “be careful with your teeth – do not bite it” and “always keep your tongue moving firmly on the cock in your mouth.”
“Ohhh, you’re such a good boy, Brandon…your tongue feels wonderful…move your head up and down a little faster now…ohhhh, that is perfect – keep sucking just like that, Brandon!”
Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight. What the hell? He’d pronounced my name perfectly, not oncel, not twice, but three times!! He didn’t say ‘Brandy” – he clearly said ‘Brandon – the excuse that I didn’t understand his southern accent had been phony all along!
“Ohhh yes, suck my cock, Johnny…you are a wonderful little cocksucker!”
He quit talking for a minute or two. All I could hear were his moans of pleasure, and the wet, sucking noises coming from my mouth. They were the most obscene sounds I’d ever heard.
A moment of clarity washed over me. The boy in the video appeared to be totally into the cock in his mouth. The groans coming from his throat grew louder and deeper. He enthusiastically quickened his pace. His head rapidly bobbing up and down on the pole of flesh in his mouth displayed his eagerness to provide the man he was servicing with as much pleasure as possible.
I thought, Oh my God…anyone seeing this would automatically assume the boy absolutely LOVES sucking cock! How did this happen? What was I thinking?
“I’m getting close, Brandon, keep sucking, fuck go faster…yes, oh yes…here it comes, Brandon, swallow it all Brandon. Oh yes, swallow my cum Brandon Michaels. Good boy, don’t spill a drop – swallow it all Brandon Michaels.. Yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSS…”
Any hopes I had about not being recognizable in the video were crushed while Big T was ejaculating in my mouth and I was madly gulping it down, he’d called out my full name TWICE!
When I licked the last dribble of cum from his slit, that’s when he had reached for my crotch and squeezed my throbbing prick. All hell broke loose inside my undies.
“Big T, oh my God, oh my God, ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod…”
The final scene of the video might be the most damning. I was still in the afterglow of orgasm and didn’t notice the cell phone pointed at me.
“Sweetie, use your lips and tongue to clean my cock, okay?” he said to me.
I could forgive the dreamy expression on my face due to the orgasm, but the way I smiled at him and replied, “Yes, Big T” was inexcusable.
And when the camera followed my head to his crotch and caught my tongue slowly and lovingly lapping-up the remaining sperm and semen from his now-flaccid penis, I knew for sure I could never let anyone else in the world ever see this video.
We were close to his place. The light where we turn left changed to red and Big T said, “Brandy, give me a kiss.”
I couldn’t let it go this time. “Why do you call me that? You distinctly said ‘Brandon’ in the video so why do you keep calling me ‘Brandy’?”
“Sweetie, don’t be upset…’Brandon’ is an old and distinguished name throughout history…there were many great and manly men named ‘Brandon’…try not to take this the wrong way, but I just don’t see you like them…when we met and you said your name was ‘Brandon’, I immediately thought ‘Brandy’ was a more appropriate name for you.”
Huh? What does that mean?
We turned the corner and half way down the block he pulled into his driveway and parked in the open garage.
There was enough light in the garage so when he turned to me I saw the smile on his face.
“Brandy,” he said, “…about that kiss…”
I sighed and pressed my lips to his. A soft, gentle, lingering kiss.
When he pulled away from me, he said, “Brandy, give my penis a kiss before you put it away and fasten my clothes.”
Huh? What? He’s got to be kidding me!
I saw in his eyes he was deadly serious so I didn’t protest. When I lowered my head and grasped the base of his prick I found he was getting hard already. I kissed it midway up the shaft.
“The cockhead, Brandy, always kiss the cockhead and give it a lick over the slit,” he softly explained.
It was the single most humiliating act I’d ever performed for another human being. The funny thing is, between his dirty commands and my meek obedience to him, I sprung another boner inside my cum-soaked briefs.
When my task was completed I sat upright and Big T blatantly stared at the small tent in my shorts.
He laughed and said, “Oh yes, you are a precious little boy…you have so much to learn but I have a feeling you’re going to love every minute of it!”
My face turned beet red and my boner twitched and pulsated. Once again I had to ask myself, “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Outside the car, Big T walked towards the door leading to the house. I started to walk for the open garage door.
“Where are you going?” he asked me.
“I need to go home and change clothes,” I stammered defensively looking down at the huge wet stain on my shorts.
“Nonsense,” he shot back at me. “I have clothes here you will wear.”
WOW. His choice of language startled me. Shouldn’t he have said, ‘I have clothes here you ‘can’ wear?
I walked to him as he was pressing the button to close the garage door. I heard the straining gears as the door slowly lowered.
Big T walked inside the house but I couldn’t help staring at the quickly disappearing sunshine and light of the outside, free world.
Big T shook me from my daze. “Brandy, come inside!”
My hands began to tremble as I stepped into the house and he slammed the door closed behind me…
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