Cap 3 - Surrender

Chapter 3

Surrender

— Sir, Arregui, please, I've never done something like this, I've never sucked anyone's cock, I beg you, don't make me do it now, I don't want to — I said in a faint voice —, but as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how false the last part of the sentence sounded.

I was dying to swallow that throbbing penis pointing at my face, but my last inhibition, a product of years of heterosexual education and the thought of having to hide it from my wife for years to come, prevented me from doing what I was dying to do.

Andrés grabbed my hair, stretching it to slowly bring my face closer to his immense cock. I turned my face, despite the fact that my scalp twisted and hurt a lot, I wanted to scream, but, still, I was able to turn my face and manage to close my mouth, so that enormous cock couldn't enter my mouth. Something clicked in my head, I realized that the pain I was experiencing was immediately transformed into pleasure by my mind, thinking that it was a piece of a man like Andrés who was inflicting it. Was I sick? Was I going crazy? Had a man like him suddenly turned me into a homosexual and masochist in a matter of minutes? I couldn't believe it, I couldn't give credit. I had always been a normal and ordinary man, with a normal and ordinary sexuality, although, to my misfortune, impotent with my wife. How could this be happening to me? Had I always had these impulses inside me and my inhibitions hadn't allowed me to realize it? Could it be?

— Ah, yes? — Andrés replied, evidently angry —. You don't want to suck my cock when you're dying to do it? Do you think I haven't seen the erection you're hiding in your underwear? Do I offer you a job and you refuse to suck this piece of cock, which any faggot would pay to eat? — He raised his tone and got even angrier. — Well, now you're going to find out, you ungrateful, disgusting slut — he threatened —, get up!

I got up, ashamed, looking at the floor, because Andrés had read me perfectly, he knew I was dying to eat his cock up to the balls. I was aware that, being a piece of shit with mental inhibition problems, I had refused and disobeyed him, making him angry, and I understood that he was angry with me and that he had become so irritable.

In a way, I would accept anything he wanted to do to punish me. He put his huge hands on my shoulders and pushed me against the wall with immense force, digging his fingers into my shoulders like claws. Then he pushed my shoulders against the wall and down, forcing me to kneel, with my back bruised and my head stuck against the wall.

Dazed as I was, I didn't realize that, quick as a cat, he had taken off his pants and underwear, and before kicking them to a corner, he pulled out a rope from his pants pockets. He opened the drawer of his desk, took out some scissors, and cut the rope in two.

— Now you're going to find out, piece of trash...