Doing as I’m told, I spread my legs, letting the feeling of my hard cock be seen fill me. When I do this, I look back at Gina to see her looking at my cock now. Not just a simple glance either, staring at it, as if examining it.
“Look at me. Look at who’s cock you are sucking,” Bill then says and actually slaps my face. Just reaches over and playfully slaps my cheek, making it sting. I do look up at him, seeing a sight I never have seen before.
He stands over me, like he’s a towering giant. I see his bare stomach as it moves towards my face and away as my head bobs on his manhood. He looks down at me, which gives me the feeling of being submissive. That I’m now the little cute thing on its knees and made to service a much stronger person. That I’m in the position I made so many women get in.
“Oh, you are getting good at that,” Bill muses and then steps back to pull his cock out of my mouth completely. Having never done it before, I see how much work goes into giving a blowjob. I mean, my jaw is tired. I never considered that my jaw would get tired. Never did I consider anyone would get tired performing one.
Embarrassment and shame trickle inside me, but I do my best to push them away. I just sucked a cock. A man’s cock. Part of me wants to feel ashamed and cry for doing it as it must mean I’m gay and horrible. But I’m forced to remind myself that thinking such things are stupid. Even if I do turn full 100% gay, does it matter? It’s no one business but my own, and if it is fun, why shouldn’t I? There’s a huge difference from having a playful time with a lover and sucking off everyone down an alley in downtown. I have no reason to feel ashamed of what I just did.
“Stand up,” Bill orders, his hand moving to my armpit to help me stand. When I do, I find I’m actually a bit jelly-legged. That my arousal at all of this sort of made me weak and dizzy.
“You like that? Huh?” Bill says in a playful taunting tone, only I don’t really hear him. I mean I do, but I don’t respond. That’s because his hand is on my cock now. He’s grabbed the head of it, where he is softly running his fingers, jerking me off yet teasing the back of my cock, which is very sensitive.
I know I must look stupid or silly, but I moan at this with my eyes closed. Damn that feels good. It feels damn hot. He’s like teasing me both physically and verbally. And being made to keep my hands behind me only adds to how hot it is, as I feel so submissive.
“Yeah, you liked it,” he croons, now jerking me off with his entire hand. My breathing is very hard now, and I moan almost nonstop. My entire body feels warm and alive as he does this. It never really entered my mind that a guy would be good at doing something like this to another guy, but it makes sense. He would know how it feels and what he would want.
“Got an idea, let’s see how you like this,” Bill then says. He stops jerking me off and I almost let out a moan. He grabs a handful of my hair, but not in a mean way. It’s more of a symbolic manner, to make me feel like a submissive slave to him, which I like.
He forces me to move, and I’m still nervous so I take small steps. He yanks, pulls and then pushes me to move me. I’m moved from the couch…until I am directly in front of Gina.
Breathing hard I stand there as Bill holds me, my hands still behind my back. Only now my feet are planted between her spread feet as she leans back on her couch. She has her cell in her hand, but looks up at me and Bill with a “what are you doing?” sort of expression. And now my hard cock is right in front of her, only a couple of feet away. It makes me feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever.
Bill smacks my ass, hard. His open hand lands on my bottom, where my entire body jerks from it. It’s such a surprise I let out a deep “ouch!” When it is over, I feel my ass cheek sting from the blow as he wasn’t exactly gentle.
“What a dirty boy, showing your cock to strangers,” Bill says in a chastising yet taunting manner and smacks my ass again, only the other cheek. Again, it stings bad as his open hand lands. He then hits me again, and again. He’s spanking me.
Each time I jerk and my cock swings just a bit. My heart has started to pound so hard I’m sure the two of them can hear it. It’s just…I’ve never been spanked before. Sure, I’ve had people do it playfully, but not like this. I’ve even spanked lovers that wanted it.
My breath is then taken away as I see Gina sit up on the couch. She brushes the hair behind both of her ears, and then leans forward. My eyes widen like saucers as I watch her open her mouth wide and lean forward.
Gina takes my cock in her mouth. Her small hands then move to grab hold of my hips, holding them firm as Bill spanks my ass. Showing a great deal of experience, which I have new respect for, she bobs her head back, moving her lips on my cock as her tongue trails along it.
“Bad boy, you deserve to be spanked,” Bill says, along with many other demeaning comments as he spanks my ass red. As he does, she performs the best blowjob I’ve ever had. She’s just so damn good at it. I know in part it is from being spanked that helps me along, but it is also her.
“P-P-P-Please…s-s-s-stop,” I finally have to stammer out, sounding weak and pathetic to my own ears, even if I know it isn’t so. Both of them stop at once, with Gina stopping while taking all of my cock in her mouth, her lips against the base of my cock.
“I…I…I’m g-g-g-going to….” I tell them, feeling how close I am to cumming. Gina takes my manhood out of her mouth at once and laughs. As she does, Bill does too. They both laugh, but it isn’t a mean or cruel laugh, but more like an understanding laugh. Like they knew I would be embarrassed that I’m about to cum after just a few moments of a blowjob.
“Then we need to get to the best part, don’t we?” Bill announces as my cock throbs. It stands there, wanting one of them to touch it. It is begging to cum, yet not able to. It’s both the best feeling in the world and worst. It’s the sort of feeling where if I died right now, I could die happy.
“Come on, move it,” Bill says, sounding more aggressive. He grabs my wrists that are still behind me, as well as a handful of my hair again. Using his strength, he pushes me forward to move me, no longer being gentle, which I love. I like the way he manhandles me, making me feel like he can do whatever he wants.
He makes me walk to behind the couch I was siting on. And to my surprise and a bit of horror, he bends me over. Just forces me to bend over the couch, where he pushes my head down until it reaches the couch cushions as I bend at my hips.
Oh my. I’m bent over. That can only mean one thing. Oh dear. Am I ready for this? Is this going to be too much? Can I go thought with this?
A wave of tingling emotions moves over me when I feel Bill use his foot to make me spread my left leg. He then does it for my right leg until both legs are spread wide. This is an insanely humiliating feeling as it makes you feel open in every way possible; physically, spiritual, even emotionally.