The Cum Shot

Sup bros. So here's the first full length story for ya'll $5 and up. It was an anonymous commission, and originally the commissioner wanted it to be kept private but I found the prompt to be so much fun that I asked them if I could share it with ya'll and they agreed! (Although there is a second scene that they get all to themselves.) They gave me this prompt after they found out that I write Horror IRL. As a result, it is a bit twisted, and gory especially towards the end. If you've seen the first season of Jessica Jones, some of Kilgrave's more heinous acts come to mind, just to give you an idea of what to expect. Anyways, here's The Cum Shot.

In the quiet town of New Milford, Connecticut, there’s a pleasant little street Watercress Lane, and on that street there’s a big beautiful blue house. Inside that blue house is a stunning chrome and marble kitchen, with all of the top of the line gadgets and gismos that every housewife worth her salt would die to own, which means man of the house, Michael Deaton, his name is, must be a hard-working man to earn all that dough to be able to afford all these fancy renovations and finishing’s. And tonight Michael is working very hard, very hard indeed to keep himself from cumming as I stroke the thick red snake extending 8 inches from his pelvis. His Calvin Klein suit pants are at his ankles and his dress shirt is coming unraveled as he stares blankly at the wall, not a single thought in his head.

Michael doesn’t quite know why he’s letting me do this.. After all he just met me in the gym in our office building about two hours ago. Normally he would give a lithe effeminate twink like me the time of day, but he just looked so... tasty, so very... All-American Daddy, in his wifebeater T-shirt and old fashioned basketball shorts that I knew I just had to have him. So I told him to take him home with me and he did.

I did say normally that he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Ya see normally Mikey here is known to be quite the devout Catholic. A good conservative man (there’s a surprising number of those in Connecticut.) But ya see, I just seem to have this knack for getting people to do what I want! I just tell somebody to do something and then they go ahead and do it. So I told Mikey, take me home with you so I can get ahold of that delicious daddy dick, and he just did!

I, of course, hadn’t planned on Mrs. Deaton, the user of all these beautiful kitchen appliances to be home, but then I thought, ah what the hell! All the more fun to have. “You’re home just in time, honey! I just finished cleaning the Kitchen- uh... who is this?” She said when we arrived, bounding out of the kitchen and pausing at the sight of me. Now of course I could just order her to ignore me and have fun with her husband in peace, but truthfully I like to get a teensy bit wild, so I pulled Michael into a big opened mouth kiss, one which he reciprocated with almost no resistance, and then asked him to grab his gun (come on, you KNOW a guy like this owns a gun) and then we rendezvoused into the fat bitches newly clean kitchen and I told him to hold her to at gun point, which he did with almost no resistance, no emotion (people tend to turn a bit robotic when they’re obeying orders from me.). I told the bitch, make one move towards us and I’ll have him blow her brains out.

Then I ripped off his pants and went to town. I gotta say, it must have been a long time since these two last fucked, because boy this man was frustrated. Almost as soon as his dick was at a veiny full mast did silvery sweet pre-cum begin pouring out of his dick like a fountain. The smell was deliciously musky, since I didn’t give him the chance to shower before we went back to his house. The smell of the woods meets the odor of a man’s sweat, one of my favorite smells in the world. I was salivating.

I couldn’t resist any longer, so I went to town on his musky daddy dick. God it tasted so fucking good. I tried to make my sucking and slobbering noises as loud as I could to try and drown out that fat sows sobbing over by the door.

I finally I got sick of it, so reaching up to stroke Michael’s meaty hairy chest. “Hey zaddy,” I said, “could you please fire a warning shot to shut your count of a wife up?”

“Yes sir” he said in a dull monotone, and he cocked his gun and aimed it at the coffee pot she was standing next to. Good thing for it it was cold and stale from this morning because it got all over her nice house clothes as the coffee pot exploded. She screamed and starting sobbing even louder!

“Micheal snap out of it! Why are you doing this?! “Michael pleeeese.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” I screamed,accidentally unleashing a bit of my power, and her lips clenched closed despite her obvious protests. Oh god her closed mouth screams were even worse!!

I continued to suck away and delicious precum nectar that poured copiously from Michael’s schlong. As much as I wanted to taste the final result I was honestly having so much fun fucking with these two breeders that I wanted to savor this experience as much as I could. Then a most devilish scheme came to me.

“Hey Michael!” I said in between laps and slurps.

“Yes… Unh… sir?” He was shivering from my fantastic head, looking like he was about to cum despite the blank emotionless look on his face.

“No matter what happens you can’t cum unless I tell you too.”

His eyes blinked but his face stayed neutral. I could tell that on the inside the gears were turning.

“Yes… S-Sir.”

With that I dove down and took his cock down my throat all the way to the base. While it was down there I gave an even chuckle, vibrating his entire shaft. In spite of the emotionless lock I had on him he started to Moan and writhe with pleasure. His cunt wife had finally stopped screaming and had been reduced to a whimpering puddle on the floor.

Honestly her sobs of pain fueled my pleasure and made me up my head game even more. It was like her pain was becoming his pleasure. And my mouth was the conduit.

Finally I decided to finalize the synthesis and coalesce lot into one final shot.

“Michael, I will let you come in just a moment, but I’m gonna need you to do one thing for me.”

“Yes… Sir…”

“I’m going to need you to shoot your wife.”

His eyes blinked again. I could almost detect fear, but no, it was mostly the same dull fear.

But he didn’t respond right away.

Some deep part of him, the part that could still think for himself was contemplating what he was about to do. But I didn’t care for any contemplation on my slaves’ part.

“Micheal. Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes- Yes sir.”

“Then you know what you need to do if you want to do” I said I stroked his dick with firm but agonizingly slow pressure.

A single tear leaked out of the corner of his eye as he looked at his wife whom for all her babbling didn’t seem to hear what I said. He then quickly raised the gun and fired, hitting her right between the eyes. Her brain matter coated the wall behind her.

“Good boy, Michael. Now I want you to go stand over your wife’s corpse and have one of greatest orgasms you’ve ever had. It’ll be so potent and powerful that it will shake you to your core. Alright go ahead.”

Micheal slowly moved over his wife corpse and with a few strokes of his dick he began spewing rope after rope of gooey stringy white cum from his skit. It hit the wall and mixed with the blood and brain matter, knocking a few pieces off which fell off and landed onto his wife’s dead body.

Then he just stood there. Because I had not released him. I had just given him release. As much as I would love to watch the aftermath, I was afraid of what he would do to me, so I just left. As I got to the end of the driveway I began to hear him scream.