A Fateful Choice
Part Seven
Her package came the same day as His. I set hers in our bedroom and opened His without further delay. He had sent the outfit I was expected to wear under my normal clothes when we met as well as a new dildo. Like He said it should be, it was thicker, longer, and more intimidating than my other one. I had gotten decent with being able to take the other one all the way, although my gag reflex made things difficult most of the time, and I was learning to push through my discomfort. But this new one was an entirely different monster. It wasn’t absurd like some of them that you see in those porn videos, but it was intimidating nonetheless. Eight inch shaft, veiny contours, and easily thick enough to fill my whole mouth, it didn’t even look possible to get down to the base. Perhaps the most unbelievable aspect was the packaging. In large bold letters at the top it said Average Joe but nothing about it seemed average. Maybe my eyes thought it was bigger than it really was but holding it in my hands confirmed my suspicions. Even when I could get hard, I wasn’t as big as this. It was emasculating to think that I could never measure up.
Did you get it?
I pondered how to thank Him for the gift. I still felt trepidation around the whole thing. There was that part of me that said the whole thing was completely ridiculous and untenable. Not that I was a size queen or anything, but at some point, the physics of it just wouldn’t work.
Moreover, how do you thank someone for sending you a bigger dick to suck and fuck? All crassness aside, if I thought about it logically, which seemed to be getting harder and harder, the facts were fairly straightforward. He wanted to see this new dildo in my mouth or my ass, likely so He could imagine that it was His cock that was fucking me. To add to the absurdity, either realistically or not, once we met, it was over. We hadn’t discussed anything beyond that and while the cage had been a fun little experiment, I was ready to have my dick back, one way or the other.
That was the bravado talking. It was easy to think and feel those things in private moments between property checks at work, where my mind was more focused on the tasks at hand and not the heavy weight of His untouched property. It wasn’t easy when the lingerie was laid out on the bed and I had His gift in my hand. The desire to play with it was strong and I twitched in anticipation.
Yes, Sir. Thank you.
Good. Put the clothes away for now and unwrap your present.
I did. I nearly folded the lingerie and hid it deep in my jean drawer. I took the other thing to the kitchen and cut it open with kitchen shears. The noise of the plastic was deafening and I could swear that everyone in a ten mile radius could hear me opening my new cock.
I pried it out of the package and set it aside. I was still dressed and used the opportunity to take the garbage out, thus removing any chance my wife would see the package. Once back inside and with the curtains closed, I stripped down and worked the plug into my ass. I’d been consistently using the largest one I had for a few weeks now. The others didn’t seem to hold as well and I didn’t want to constantly have to adjust them when I was doing my training.
Dressed only in my panties, I returned to my new toy sitting imposingly on the counter. I was shaking slightly from anticipation and intimidation, two very conflicting feelings that messed with my head. I loved the thought of doing kinky sexual things but the sheer girth of the new toy was offputting, even if it was nice to look at.
You need to wash it first. Warm water, light soap. Make sure you get in all the crevices.
I will, Sir.
To say that washing it was a strange experience was a bit of an understatement. It felt weighty in my hands, with a softish texture, but a firm surface. It could flex a little, mostly at the suction cup base, but felt nearly lifelike. It was a departure from the one that I was used to. Also, and perhaps more importantly, feeling its features in my hand was an unusual experience. As a man, I was used to how mine felt, and the one I had been using was life-like in its appearance, but more jelly-like in its makeup, which allowed for greater flexibility. By touch, I knew it wasn’t real, but this one had an uncanny valley type feel to it. Colder than expected, but as close to a realistic feeling as anything I had ever felt.
The more I touched it, the more my body clenched around the plug. I couldn’t deny that I was turned on by it, as if the wet spot in the front of my panties wasn’t a dead giveaway. In my defence, pretty much anything outside of breathing got my motor running. I was in a state of constant, low arousal and some of the most mundane things could get me going.
It is done, Sir.
Good. Now you will learn how to worship cock.
He sent a video about precisely that: cock worship.
Follow the steps very carefully. Take your time and enjoy it.
Yes, Sir.
I retreated to the bathroom with my new toy and after setting some towels on the floor for extra padding, stuck it to the wall. It took a few tries to get it at the right height but eventually I got it where it was roughly eye level. It hung down a little from its base, kind of like a real one would, and unless I straightened my back, I had to tilt my head a little, essentially looking up the wall where I could imagine His face would be. I sent a top down picture of it and my face for His approval.
I had never seen His face. In all the time we had been talking, he’d never shown me a picture of what He really looked like. Even the first pics had been only of a mouth and a dildo, with no guarantee that it was His or not. I hadn’t questioned it before but as I knelt there, ready to play the video, and looking up at the thick phallus dangling just above me, I began to wonder what the hell I was doing.
Good Boi. Now worship my cock.
As quickly as they came, the thoughts vanished. I started the video and a sultry female voice guided me through the steps. I rubbed my lips against it, kissed the head, licked the balls, kissed up and down both sides of the shaft, tongued the full shape of the head, and worked up quite a bit of saliva before I even opened my mouth for it. It was large, almost impossibly so. I had to pace myself. The video was a slow burn, but inch by inch slowly made its way into my mouth. By the time I had even attempted to take it down to the base, it was covered in drool and my face was a sloppy mess. The tempting voice urged me on and I continued, gagging each time it hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t deepthroat it without choking, not yet, but the way it felt in my mouth enticed me to keep trying. I tried to imagine how His big, strong hands would feel like gripping my hair or holding my head still while He thrust into my mouth. I had no experience to support the thought other than reaching one hand back on pushing on the back of my head to make myself go deeper and deeper on it.
The video ended with the last girl getting a money shot as a reward. I ignored the sounds and kept going. I wanted to believe that I could stop when I was allowed to and after the video, I sent a short clip to Him of me still sucking on it. He had made it clear that I was for His pleasure, not my own, and even though I was dripping like crazy on the floor, He still wasn’t satisfied.
That’s a good Sissy Cocksucker. You don’t stop until I tell you to.
Part of my brain broke. The rational part that said I had free will and could stop at any time.
I continued to choke on His dick. My eyes watered and tears ran down my face. Large strings of saliva dangled off my chin as I continued to force the cock down my own throat. My ass clenched so hard around the plug that I could have sworn I was going to break the base off. I was His meat. His hole. I used myself for His pleasure.
I don’t know how long I serviced His cock. I lost track of time. By the time He had allowed me to stop, I couldn’t think straight. My legs were jelly and my jaw was numb. All I could feel were the contours of the dildo on my tongue as if I had been memorizing them.
Show me how you lick up your mess.
I weakly lowered my face to the floor where my cage had leaked all over the place. I was in such a submissive state that I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing. I recorded myself licking the puddle off the floor. Every drop spilled wasn’t wasted. I sent Him the clip.
Back on my dick.
I don’t remember opening my mouth but the picture I took clearly had it in there. If you had dared to ask me at that moment, I would have tried to say that it belonged there.
Glossy eyes? Cum on your chin? You are clearly cock drunk. Good Sissy. You can clean up now.
Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me serve you.
Oh, we are just getting started. When I’m done stretching your throat, I stretch out that ass.
Yes, Sir.
One more thing. You will stop calling me Sir. From this point forward, you will call me Daddy.
Yes, Daddy.
Record it. Thank me for letting you worship my cock.
I knelt there, weak and used. In that moment, my subby brain would have done anything He had asked. I looked up at my phone, His cock resting on my nose, His balls on my chin, and I named Him as He wanted.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you for letting me worship your cock, Daddy.”
Good boi.
The haze in my head took a while to fade. I had cleaned everything up, gotten dressed, and was working on making dinner when my wife came home and once I told her about her package, she rushed off to the bedroom and closed the door to open it. She said it was a surprise and I wasn’t allowed to see it. Which was fine. It was usually some chintzy gift that I had to fake liking to validate her feelings. I ignored the quirky behavior and tried to wrap my head around how eager I had been to fellate my new dildo. The stinging pain in my balls told me everything I needed to know. Once properly tempted, I would do anything for a chance to cum, even though I couldn’t and wasn’t allowed to. It was the buildup, the rise in arousal that was so enticing. The inevitable high and then slow descent gave me time to organise my thoughts and be strangely productive in a way that I couldn’t really explain. It was like a drug, addictive and controlling, where, unlike an orgasm, I wanted to keep going again and again.
I served her dinner in bed. She was under the covers and didn’t seem to be interested in me, but she thanked me for the food and said she’d been thinking about me all day. I lied and said the same before leaving her to her shows. If I had any guilt, it was quickly overshadowed by a twitch of His property, a clench around the plug, and the sore throat I had from His dick in my mouth. She didn’t know and didn’t need to know. I would do what I could to ensure that and one way or another, when we did finally meet, I would get free of the cage and put all of this behind me, no matter what it took.
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