Black Jack's Claim

You kneel on the red rug, Black Jack’s thumb still holding your tongue down. He slides the invading digit across your tongue, playing with your mouth. While toying with you, he says, “You’re quite impressive on the battlefield. I’ll be honest, I’m surprised you won.” You recoil as Black Jack stabs his thumbnail into the flesh of your tongue. The biting edge stabbing against you. “Have you reconsidered joining us? Just say the word, and I could easily sneak you out of here. Hell, I could probably save your friends as well. Team Rocket always needs strong trainers among their roster.”

He relieves the pressure from your tongue, obviously expecting an answer. His hand doesn’t leave your face, his thumb still resting against your lips. Your mouth closes trying to wash away the intrusive taste, you don’t taste blood, so his nail didn’t pierce your tongue. “I’ll never join you.”

His face contorts in that devilish grin. “We’ll see about that.” He forces his thumb back into your mouth. Pressing as deep as he can, the crook between his pointer and thumb digging into the side of your mouth. You gag as he intrudes the deepest recesses of your mouth with his thumb.

You cough and sputter around him. Your body revolting in attempt to expel the obstruction. He keeps his hold, unrelenting. “Remove my pants.” His words are stern, not a request, but a command, or even a threat.

Your eyes are watering, you wince as your body retches again. His thumb probing in and out, fighting your gag reflex with each wiggle and press. It truly feels as if he’s trying to **** your dinner up. You fumble with the belt buckle, but with a final tug you free the garment from itself. His button and zipper giving little resistance before his pants fall down his legs. Without thinking you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

He catches your wrists just as the base of his cock comes into view. The sudden retreat of his thumb causes your throat to eject a glob of throaty slime, in a coughing fit that soaks the front of your dress. “Now who told you to do that?”

“I just, I assumed,” he doesn’t wait for a full answer, he slaps you once again. The wetness of his thumb left against your stinging cheek. The tears, that had welled in your eyes from gagging, now fall across your struck cheeks. “I’m sorry, I-I just—“

He smirks, “Apologizing, you are a good girl, huh? Well, since you’re obviously so eager, why don’t you tell me what you want? Tell me how badly you want to see my magnificent member. Beg for me to fuck your throat without mercy.”

You pause at his words. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re about to be facefucked. You could try to convince yourself to hope for Black Jack to not be particularly well endowed, but you can see the bulge beneath his underwear. “Oh Black Jack,” his name like poison on your tongue, “I want your cock so bad. Please let me feel it in my throat.” You look up at him, your mouth wide open as you present a clear view of the back of your throat. “I need it,” the begging comes through, only slightly turning your stomach.

“Wow, you really are quite the cock gobbler, huh? Just begging for it.” He laughs to himself, his hands still wrapped around your wrists. A short silence falls between you, him obviously waiting for you to continue.

“That’s me, ‘Princess Cock Gobbler,’” your use of Blue’s insult roiling in your gut. “I love sucking cock. And I need you in my throat.” And with those words, he loosens his grip. You take that as your sign to continue. His cock slowly comes into full view, it springs free the head slapping against your cheek. The bulge didn’t lie, Black Jack is huge.

Your fingers look dainty around the throbbing sex. “Impressed? Well, you were just begging to have it within your throat. No point in delaying your own desires.” You fight the urge to laugh, your desires? Your desires? Ha, no they’re his desires, you merely used as a mouthpiece. But there’s no point arguing. He’s in control. His words are the truth as far as here and now are concerned.

You swallow your ****, before moving to swallow his dick. Starting slow, running your tongue over the ridges of his cock head. He rests a hand on your head, a gentle pressure that tells you that he’ll only settle for slow for so long. That the goal is all of it, and that Black Jack’s patience only goes so far. If you don’t swallow his dick, it will be **** fed to you.

You pump your fist over his shaft, using the excess saliva to lubricate. You push yourself, his tip sliding over your tongue. You go to retreat, catch a breath, but Black Jack’s hand gives a stern push, slamming an extra inch through your open mouth. You gag at the suddenness, but then recoil off the cock as he laxes his hold.

Between coughs and sputters, you barely catch your breath before Black Jack pushes his cock between your lips once again. You steady yourself, one hand still around the base of his dick, the other balled up in your skirt hem. You push deeper, your lips now wrapped around the half way point of his shaft. A throbbing vein against your lips. You bob your head, warming up your throat for the impending action.

You pull back for a breath, only a couple inches of cock in your mouth. You start to breathe around it, but with the first inhalation comes a push at the back of your skull. Black Jack’s steady hand forcing you down the shaft. Your lips meet your knuckles still wrapped around him. His cockhead slams into the back of your throat, your body retches as you try to pull away. He keeps steady. Through teary eyes you peek up at him, his face stern, fire burning in his eyes, and a devilish grin.

He pushes harder until you’re **** to remove your hand. The entirety of his cock slipping between your lips, more of it passing through your throat. Your body begs for air, you instinctively slap against his thighs. You relax for a moment, as he pulls back, but any hopes are dashed as he slams your face back to his groin.

He thrusts his cock into your throat again and again. Your lungs burn, your mind screaming for relief, and the slapping on his thighs growing more fervent with each thrust. “Hrrmph, hrrmph, hrrmph,” Black Jack grunts with three slow strong thrusts. He holds you buried into his crotch, your consciousness threatening to slip away, as his cock throbs against your tongue. His cock swells, as thick streams of jizz slide down your throat.

He pulls away, slowly removing his cock from within you. Every part of you screaming for air, as inch after inch of cock retreats. An aftertaste of cum fills your mouth as he passes over your tastebuds. You cough and gasp for air, he keeps you from doubling over, holding you up by your hair. Your chest heaves, attempting to pull in every ounce of oxygen from the room. Black Jack slaps his saliva coated cock against your face, rubbing your own bodily fluids across your face.

He releases your hair, and you fall to your hands retching up globs of thick saliva. At least it’s over. You look around the room. Women being used in every which way. The nearest being a lime-haired girl, her ass as red as an Octillery, where a man brings down a paddle eliciting a scream from the girl.

Your attention is brought back to Black Jack as he pulls your dress off over your head. “That was fucking exquisite,” he sounds out of breath himself, “A true cock gobbler if I’ve ever seen one.” He uses your dress to dry his cock, your saliva soaking into the fabric of your clothing. He tosses the soiled garment aside. “Your bra,” he holds out an expecting hand. You reach behind your back, before handing it over to Black Jack. He tosses it to join your dress. A scrawny young man scurries along the wall, arms full of discarded clothes. He scampers off out of sight.

Black Jack pinches your nipple and pulls up until you finally rise to a standing position. “Are you ready for the main attraction?” he whispers, his mustache tickling against your ear. Of course it isn’t over, this isn’t a forfeit. There isn’t a rule against him using you more than once. The slap brings you back to reality, your cheek burning again. “Are you ready?” he emphasizes each word with a growl, demanding an answer.