Rain soaked me through, the chill of the air magnified by the clinging of my wet clothes.
I was coming straight from work, a small-time paper, and was following a lead.
Aaron Black, it seemed, did not want to be found. He’d returned no phone calls, and I couldn’t find him on the net. I’d had to test the resources of my paper’s staff, convincing them that there was a story in Black, a business or human interest.
Well I couldn’t tell them that all I was interested in was the story to be found between his legs…even if it was such a big story.
I caught my reflection in a puddle, and realized what I mess I looked. My raven hair was plastered all over, tucked down the back of my overcoat. The normal brightness of my crystal blue eyes was dull; reflecting the void that Aaron Black’s sex had left within me.
As though to contradict them, my breasts were downright engorged with cold and lust. My blouse bulged as my massive bosom fought both gravity and confinement to be cradled in that stud’s big hands. FF cup tits are no picnic, and even less so when the rain is so merciless.
I pulled my coat a little more tightly around them, and kept making my way up the hill.
As I crested the top, I felt a moment of triumph. I was looking at what could only be the place. 1600 and Deckings street was a private road, and only had one house. What’s more, the architecture was elegant and expensive looking, like everything else I’d seen of Aaron’s. But most importantly, his car was parked in the garage… this was the place.
Knock, knock, Mr. Black.
***
The door swung open, warm air rushing out to envelop me.
But it was anything but warmth that touched Aaron’s face as he looked down on me, at me.
It was not cruel either, merely devoid of any emotion. Then he looked briefly bemused.
“I’ve been expecting you.” He said, and stood aside to let me in.
I shivered with relief once as I stepped into his decadent abode, marveling at the décor.
Everywhere my eyes touched held class and distinction. Crystals and ornate glassworks, rare books, and vibrant paintings were on every wall and shelf.
Of course my eyes lingered at the only treasure I really cared about; nestled in the slacks of the tall, blonde man, was a readily apparent bulge, the baseball sized lump held in place by something underneath.
“Something to drink?” He offered as we came to a sitting room. Easy chairs were fitted with elaborate holders for already filled glasses of wine.
The wine was ruby, and looked good. Of course what I wanted to drink was pearl, but I merely licked my lips at the thought and reached for the glass.
He sat opposite me, slouching back with the ease of a man totally unafraid. I couldn’t help noticing that his eyes did dart to the almost see-through effect of my soaked white blouse.
“I take it you aren’t here to complain about your treatment on our little blind date?”
I hung my head and felt my cheeks turning the color of the wine.
“No.” I muttered.
“What?” He asked with a chuckle.
“No.” I managed a little louder.
“Then what can I do for you?” He asked coldly.
“I want to have sex with you again.” I whimpered.
“No you don’t.” He said. He took a sip of wine and added, “You want to get fucked by me. You want to get fucked long, and hard, and deeper then any other man is capable of, and you’ll do anything to make it happen, won’t you?”
My cheeks found a reserve of red somehow, and I closed my eyes with shame as I slowly nodded.
“Well then, rule number one is, you have to tell me why.”
“What?” It was now my turn for the question.
“You have to put it in words, and you have to mean them. Why? Why me?”
I hung my head lower, not meeting his gaze.
“Because you’re really good at it.” I murmured.
“Bullshit. I’m fanfuckingtastic, but that isn’t why.” He was toying with me, that bastard. He sipped his wine playfully and cocked his head.
“Because you have a big thingie.”
“You can do better then that.”
“Because you’re hung like a bull-elephant. Your tremendous horse-cock is the only thing on this earth big enough to make me cum like a horny slut who only wants more. Your dick puts even the best-endowed mule to shame, and your enormous eggs produce enough nut-nectar for me to eat for a week. Becau-“
But he interrupted me, lifting a hand and laughing a little.
“Good. You passed that test. You let go. If you’re going to be my cumslut, you’ve got to let yourself free. At least, when I let you. Are you ready for the rules of this game?”
I nodded, feebly, my outburst felt to have taken a lot out of me…not as much as he took out of me on the night of our date of course, but almost.”
“You are going to seduce other men.” He started. I must have looked disappointed, but he continued anyway. “You will attempt to select the best endowed that you can find. For each one who has less size then me, I will punish you for daring to stray for an inferior stud. I may have my way with you, but it will be on my terms, always.”
I scowled. Still he barged through.
“If you can find anyone bigger, then you can have me on your terms. I hope you can expect to be on my terms for a very long time, perhaps forever.”
“Why should I stray at all?” I asked.
He finished his wine.
“Because I won’t have anything to do with you if you don’t. It’s the only way you’ll get to this.” He gestured a hand, flourishing over his package. I gaped at it, my mouth watering. Even UPS would have found it way too much to handle.
So I was trapped.
“Wait.” I said, “How will I know who is bigger?”
He beamed, standing tall. “I was hoping you’d ask. Of course the visual reference should make it obvious… but just in case,” He tossed something to the floor in front of him with a clang.
It was a monolithic metal ruler.
***
Firelight flickered around the tall, muscled man.
I found myself on hands and knees, crawling for the measuring stick. Nervously, I clutched it in one curled hand as I straightened up.
I was face to face with his crotch.
He stood with his legs spread, arms behind his back. It was clear the work was to be mine.
My hands shook as I struggled with his fly, but finally the relentless button gave way, and I was quick to lower the zipper.
As Aaron’s pants hit the floor, I feared I might suck all the oxygen from the room. His cock was bound in a dangerously taught jock strap; the mighty organ folded back on itself and filled every inch of the pouch.
Well almost every inch. The super-sized ballsac was hanging as low as the fabric would allow. There were threadbare streaks were the sheer monstrosity of the package had totally eroded the garment.
I caressed my hands up his thighs and caught the straps of the thing, wrenching suddenly downwards to free my prize.
The massive jock flopped out, and his nuts actually bounced slightly as they reached the bottom of his dangling scrotum.
His cock hung way down his leg, the sheer weight of it driving it down the center, favoring neither leg.