His cock… you look at it, grimacing. Well, you knew he wasn't exactly human but you didn't expect stripes. Or the size… you haven't sucked a lot of cock but, he's definitely the largest you've seen in person. It pisses you off a little honestly. Why did the evil clown have to have a big dick?

The General grins at you and strokes your head.

"C'mon… don't be shy. It's not gonna bite."

You huff. As humiliating as this is, you can't deny the way your body is reacting. You can ignore it, however, and that's what you're going to do.

Leaning forward, you drag your tongue over the base. The General lets out no sound, but his eyes narrow and the bloodstained uniform rises and falls with his deep inhale.

You can do this, you tell yourself, closing your eyes. It's just like sucking off any other guy.

Guiding your tongue up towards the tip, you are rewarded by a soft groan, and a hand placed on top of your head.

"That's right… that's a good little circus pet~"

God, what you'd do to shove one of the ball gags lying around this tent in the jackass's mouth. Whatever. Maybe if you do a good enough job he'll shut up on his own.

As you reach the tip you pull your tongue back into your mouth and take a breath. His eyes burn into you, watching as you lean forward. Your lips wrap around the tip. He says nothing, but his fingers flex on your head.

All your focus is on his cock now. You can feel the veins pulsing, the ridges hidden between the stripes brushing against your tongue. He feels even bigger now that you're trying to take him. If this is what sucking him off is like, you think, what is it gonna be like when he…

If you think about that you're going to get even hornier. And you do not want him knowing you're into this. You've got to keep some of your pride, even in this situation.

The General moans, you feel him shudder as you swallow around his length. You've got about half of it in right now and you're probably not gonna get any more than that. Right, this is pretty simple from here. Just move your head and do some tongue tricks and he'll cum, then you'll get some time to plot your escape. Easy!

It would be easier if you weren't so desperate to touch yourself.

As you move, dragging your tongue against the underside of his cock with slow, deliberate motion, the General moans again, louder this time. He's watching you, stroking your head. You look up in time to see his head fall back, another moan coming from his painted lips.

You smile around his cock.

He could easily force himself deeper into your mouth. He's far stronger than you are. But he doesn't. The General seems content to let you do as you want.

"Fuck," he hisses between his sharp teeth. Your name falls from his lips and god damn, it's so satisfying. He's breathing harder, quicker now. His back lifts up off the bench he's sitting on. He groans, his eyes closing.

This is not something you're gonna forget any time soon. He won't either. And as he continues to moan and grunt and whisper your name, for once, you're happy he won't shut up.

You pick up the pace. The General groans, his white throat visible again, free hand clutching and almost undoing the buttons of his uniform. His grip tightens, and trembles.

Oh yeah, he's close already. If someone comes in and you have to stop before you make this annoying clown cum, you're gonna be pissed.

You don't have to worry, however. You're undisturbed as he leans forward and curls around your head. Both hands grip your head, his hips just beginning to thrust into your mouth. The General moans, you can't see his face with your eyes but you can see it with your head, the way his whole body has given in to the pleasure you're giving him.

Again he says your name. Gasps it out. His body twitched, both hands pulling you down deeper onto his dick. You choke, your eyes opening, rolling back.

You can't hear him cry out over the rush of blood in your ears but you feel it. His cock throbs, his balls shudder against your chin. His whole body tenses, his fingers grip your head tight enough you might bruise.

You don't taste a thing, the spurts of cum going right down your throat. You're not sure if you're happy or disappointed.

Before you get a chance to keep sucking, to see what he'd do if you did, he's pulling free from your mouth and sagging back onto the bench. Sweat is trickling down his face, trickling down your own, both your mouths dripping.

The General looks down at you. Smiles. He says nothing, reaching for you. You grunt at he lifts you off his knees and into his lap.

The evil clown wraps his arms around you, and again you remember how much taller he is than you are. He closes his eyes, and looks more content than you think you've ever seen him.

His eyes open, the General looks down. He spreads your legs apart. Your eyes go wide. Uh-oh.

"Now lookie here," he says, that familiar, wicked smile returning to his face. "Looks like someone really enjoys being a pet after all~"

You squirm. "D-do not!"

He cackles. "I think you've earned a little treat…" His gloved hand drags down your stomach. "What kind of master would I be, if I just left you all alone and horny?"