LOGINMichael tried to ignore him. Seth's cock started to grow in Michael's mouth, and the feeling was surreal of feeling another man getting turned on and hard because of his mouth."Although, that thong was a good idea," Seth said. "Maybe if I dressed you up as a woman, I'd find you a bit hotter."Please don't, Michael thought and found a new fear.As much as that worried him, Michael knew he had to work fast. By now Seth was fully hard, and Michael's lips wrapped tightly around his thick shaft.Michael's mouth bobbed up and down while his tongue explored Seth's head. Michael may not have liked sucking a man's cock, but having done it a couple of times, the initial disgust was gone.As his tongue ran against Seth's head, feeling the ridge going to his shaft, his tastebuds lit up as precum leaked out of the student."This is better," Seth moaned. "Now you're getting into it, cocksucker."He was most definitely not getting into it, but there wasn't much choice really. What could he do? Bite
One good thing that came out of wearing women's underwear was that Michael forgot about Jennifer and didn't pay her any attention or thought about her at all.Blackmailer: How's that thong feeling?Michael had pulled his phone out while one of his students was reading out loud from a history book.Michael: Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of me wearing a thong?Blackmailer: You'll see.That scared Michael. The not knowing distracted him even more than the thong.As his class went on, he constantly felt the thong rub against his asshole and his cock that kept going hard and soft throughout the morning. As time passed Michael felt more and more embarrassed with what he was doing.He was wearing a woman's thong, his wife's no less! And he was actually getting turned on every now and then from it.Ten minutes before lunch, his phone vibrated in his pocket.Blackmailer: When your lunch starts, you're going into a bathroom where you will make yourself cum. You will record th
"So, I'm guessing you're too hungover to do your jobs around the house?" Skyla said from the other side of the room.Michael pulled the duvet down and saw his wife with her arms crossed staring at him."I'm sick." He grunted out."You're not sick. You're an idiot." She huffed.As Michael attempted to sit up to defend himself, his stomach churned."I'm gonna be sick." He slurred out.Skyla jumped into action, and she ran out of the room while Michael tried to get out of bed until she ran back in with a bucket in her hands."Here, here!" She said and handed it to him.Michael emptied his stomach into the bucket and laid back on the bed."Aww babe," Skyla whispered, she sat down next to his weak body and rubbed his sweating forehead, "It's okay, you deserve to have a wild night every now and again. Better get it out now before the baby comes."Michael tried to speak, but he was worried that if he opened his mouth, he'd throw up again."You have a chilled day in bed," Skyla whispered. "I'
"Oh babe," Omar said and put his hand on Michael's thigh again and squeezed it, "When you're with the right guy, I could make you feel better than any woman you've been with."Michael gulped as his mouth dried up."Anyway, beer?" Omar asked and stood up.Michael nodded and watched him walk away, and then he noticed something... am I hard?After Omar returned with a beer for each of them, Michael decided to drown his sorrows. The two chatted normally, like friends, while they drank. Well, Michael drank more than Omar."Football is a girl's sport! Rugby is what real men play!" Omar laughed at one point."No chance!" Michael argued. "Football is about skill while rugby is just hitting the other team harder!"This conversation continued for a while with Michael drinking more and more beer.As the night went on, Michael's vision went blurry and his head hazy. The beer was taking a strong effect, but it was helping him forget about his troubles. He also enjoyed chatting with Omar. He really
"This is me making you my bitch!" Seth said and then slapped Michael's ass hard enough to sting. "Isn't it?!"He slapped Michael's ass over and over until he couldn't take it."Yeees!" Michael shouted."Say it!" He replied and spanked Michael again."I'm your bitch!" Michael squealed as his loosened asshole was gripping onto Seth's cock as it slid in and out constantly, disappearing between his ass cheeks."What was that? I didn't hear you!" Seth moaned."I'm your bitch!" Michael moaned. "I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch!!""Don't you ever fucking forget that!" Seth told him and continued to batter into his asshole. "You may have fucked my girlfriend, but you're my faggot bitch!""Urrrgghh fuuuucckk youuuuu!!" Seth roared as he unloaded his balls deep inside his bitch's asshole."Oooooh god!" Michael grunted as he felt the inner walls of his asshole getting coated in thick, hot cum.Seth's pumping slowed down, but his thrusting was harder as he milked himself into Michael."Fuck! That i
Michael has to suffer at Seth's hands... and cock, again.Enjoy..*****When Michael woke up, his asshole felt sore, and every movement brought pain. He went into the bathroom to feel his ass, and it felt normal but just burned.He went days without being able to think of anything other than being tied up and fucked by his blackmailer. He started to question what he had said to Jennifer. Was this really worth it?Could he continue being blackmailed by someone that most likely would want to fuck him again in order to save his marriage and career? He would live a lie.It tore him up, not knowing the best solution. Occasionally he would even write a text to send to the blackmailer to end it, but every time he hovered over the send button, he couldn't press it.As long as he went along with the blackmail, there was hope that he could get out of it. If he ended it, then that was final. His marriage and career would be over with no chance of a comeback. It was too certain, too final.I've j
Then my surviving cousin's morale broke and he tried to claw his way back into our ranks. He was stabbed in the back, his dying body tangling with mine and bearing us both to the ground. I saw this howling mad face over me. He was a commoner, like me, driven to violence by the terror of battle. His
"Before passing your final verdict on my tongue, give me ten minutes in private to convince you of its multitude of other uses," my fearlessness riposted."Boys with pink lips do not interest me," her eyes narrowed."Me neither. See? We are already finding common ground in less than five minutes. G
(Late, late Saturday Night)Had I been alone...?There are few perks to a solitary lifestyle. One of the few is the freedom from others; and by that I mean you don't have to decide if you care about people you don't know. You are free. Your emotions are free, your decisions are free and your time i
"One of us," Pamela retorted. "One of us.""One of us," I joined in. It helped cut the tension.The bodyguards were present right where we'd them last time. They ushered us up the stairs to a second floor sitting room that ate up half the floor. There were two men there - radiating that subtle assu







