In an Oral Sense

A heat radiates out of the collar making you uncomfortable. Pete's expression changes as he looks you over, a hunger comes over his face, an animalistic look that you've seen on the faces of many men who were checking out women. Was Pete checking you out. That couldn't be right. Pete wasn't gay. Wait, you're not gay either. But the **** is clouding your mind.

Pete walks up to you, far closer than a friend should before he grabs your shoulders and pushes you down to your knees. You are now looking directly at his groin, his jeans are tented out, and erection within that is waiting to be serviced. "Cumwhore" flashes through your head.

You don't need an invitation, you reach forward and undo his jeans. You know what you want, you know what you need. And you sense he needs it just as badly as you do. There's something not right about all of this, but your not sure what that is. There is a new hunger within you, you are starved for cum.

Cumwhore. Cumwhore. Cumwhore.

You're a cumwhore obviously. Which is why you now have your friend's dick freed and in your mouth. It tastes strange. Nowhere near as bad as your straight mind would have expected. But the taste doesn't mater at the moment. What matters is that you get cum. Because you are a cumwhore.

Pete grabs the back of your head and starts fucking in and out of your mouth like its a pussy. You allow it, you want it. This is what your mouth was built for. How else are you going to get Pete's manly cum.

Pete doesn't tell you before he squirts. He stops with his dick half-way in your oral cavern and then blows his seed, rope after rope coming out, covering your tongue and going down your throat. You've never tasted something so good before. You love it, you need more, more, more.

As soon as Pete pulls out, the spell is broken and you return to your normal mind. You realize what you just did, what you just swallowed. You're not gay though. And if you have to be gay than you certainly aren't going to be a bottom. Could it be this collar?