Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 1

"Why did you take them then?" I asked.

"It wasn't the first time I saw you getting out of that car and I figured it would be a good idea to have some evidence."

"Evidence for what?" my voice cracked with dread.

"To make sure you behave and do what I want you silly faggot." He sneered at me, "You think I'm doing this just for your company?"

Mr. Clark pulled me up to my feet by the forearm and I was dragged across the room until he sat down forcing me to me knees in front of a stained and smelly recliner. I kept my head down and I could see a lump his penis formed under his boxers. Sliding his hand to my wrist he placed my hand palm down on his hairy thigh dragging it towards the leg hem.

"Don't you get whiney on me kid," he growled, "I ain't going to make you do anything you haven't done already. Besides it looked to me like you was having fun with that other fag friend or yours."

I was really afraid of this perverted old man, not of what I knew he wanted from me but because of the way he smelled. The thought of how he would taste made me gag and start to feel like I was going to throw up. I cringed when he drew my hand over top of his shorts to rest on the bulge his cock made. Even though part of me wanted to run away screaming from this disgusting old man, part me was excited feeling the heat of his penis through the thin fabric.

Mr. Clark squeezed my wrist painfully and used my hand to stroke himself. I felt his cock stiffen beneath my hand and when he loosened his grasp my fingers involuntarily seemed to clutch the shaft. Just like with Jeff's larger cock I could feel the heart beating pulse within the penis.

"Ah, that's nice," he groaned, "don't stop when I let go if you know what's good for you."

The bulge grew a little larger as I caressed it through his boxers until it rose, pushing against and tenting the fabric. This cock was only about six inches long but appeared to be almost as thick as Jeff's. Looking up at Mr. Clark, his eyes where almost shut and that lopsided grin of his was broken by the tip of a pink tongue. I felt my breathe quicken and my own excitement seem to rise as I manipulated another cock. I thought to myself that if I just thought of the cock and not the man I could get through this.