He's done with you...for today.

You pout and pant as Dale pulls your head off of his cock and says, "Hey, it's getthefuckoutofhere'Oclock! Get going cocksucker. And if I don't see you over her bright and early tomorrow to suck my heavy hitter, then I'll tell your parents what we did today. Everyone know's I'm a dirtbag pervert, so my reputation would be the same, but no one knows you're a fail fag...yet."

Shamefaced and scarcely stifling a sob, you scurry out of Dale's house and hurry home. You feel like everyone knows somehow, but everyone ignores you as usual on your way home. You rush up to your room and hide under the covers, the enormity of your erotic escapades hitting you oppressively hard...and horny. You beat off under your sheets and shamefully lick up every drop of evidence until your stoned stupor finally gives way to soothing slumber....

Your dreams are even more shameful and sticky than your waking nightmare. You are back in Dale's livingroom, and no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to stop sucking his cock. First you lose a bet to see who has the bigger boner, and being the loser you are honor bound to slide your lips around his shaft and suck his seed straight through his meatstraw.

Trapped in the dippy dream logic, you don't think twice when he bets you double or nothing and you have to suck his cock again, only now it's twice as long. 'Luckily'in dreamland, you don't have a gag reflex, so you are able to engulf his enormous erection until it explodes inside you.

The third time he doesn't even have to trick you, he just waves it in front of your face until you crawl on all fours, begging for more. You lose count of how many times he cums in your throat and mouth and all over your flushed face. By the time you wake up, you have sucked more cock than some pornstars, and despite a small screaming voice blaring at you to stop, you desperately devour dick in your depraved dreams until you wake up with a start.

"No!" You cry out to no one as you jump awake, covered in a sheen of sweat, your briefs sticky from your naughty nocturnal emissions. No longer stoned, and with the cold light of morning offering a cutting clarity to yesterdays events, you are filled with crushing regret and abject terror for what happens next.

You can't be gay, right? Sure you sucked a cock, but you were high, and he kind of sorta **** you, right? Or at least he implied he might possibly **** you if you weren't so woefully willing. And sure you loved every sloppy second of it, but did you REALLY? Or was it the **** clouding your perception and twisting things up inside? You manage to convince yourself that no only are you 100% straight, but that you will never suck a cock ever again, no matter what Dale threatens to do. It's not as if he would actually **** you. That's illegal...

BUZZ

Your phone vibrates, notifying you of Dale's text reading. "COME OVER IN FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SUCK MY COCK OR I SEND THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW" You watch the attached video showing you nursing his knob until he feeds you his cum. You tell yourself the hard on it's giving you is fear induced and you are still 100% straight, but you are far less certain how you should respond to Dale's threats. He has video evidence that could destroy your life, so the safest course of action is to 'suck it up' and do whatever he asks of you until he gets bored. On the other hand, the more you submit the more evidence he will have to **** you further. It's a huge risk, but maybe it's safer in the long run to try to play nice, steal his phone, and delete the evidence?