Suck his dick again

"Do you want me to suck your dick, Sir?" you ask.

He grunts and jerks his head, making a sound something like, "Sah."

You are not sure whether he is trying to say "suck" or "Sir," or if it is simple mimicry, or completely disconnected from what you said. But knowing that he spoke your language at one time, you want to continue to try to communicate with him.

"Yes Sir," you say as you lean forward to your hands and knees, then start to crawl toward him. "I want to suck your dick, Sir."

"Sah," he says again. You reach him, then kneel on the ground next to him.

"Sir," you say, pointing to him. "May I," you point to yourself, "suck," you point to your mouth, "your dick?" You point to his hardening cock.

Without warning, his huge hand whips out and grabs the back of your neck. He drags you down and roughly shoves your face into his crotch. You gasp and cry out in surprise, then desperately try to get your lips around his dick. You flail as he jerks your head around inexpertly, but then you realize the simplest thing to do is to simply go relatively limp and let him do whatever he wants. You keep your mouth wide open as he positions it over his dick, then without any further preamble he slams your face hard down into him.

You immediately gag as he rams into the back of your throat, but he does not let up even in the slightest. It feels like he is going to crush your skull as he shoves you down, down, until your nose is flattened against his body. He holds you there, groaning--practically roaring--in pleasure.

You cannot breathe. He may not know this, but it doesn't seem like he would care if he did, given the way he starts to buck his hips up into your face, fucking your throat.

His powerful legs feel like iron pillars as he clamps your head between them, and his hands continue to push you harder and harder into him as he continues to fuck your skull harder and faster.

Your need for air is becoming ****, but your struggle is pointless. He has you completely in his power. Your field of vision is essentially limited to his pubes, but it starts to fill with little bursts of light, and you feel your body shaking as everything starts to go dark.

When you wake up, there is a strange taste in your mouth. Some time must have passed, as the sky is darker.

You look around. There is a small fire inside the ring of stones you saw earlier, and there next to it, lying on the ground apparently sleeping, is the Man.

Still, you have no idea what he might end up doing to you if you don't escape him. Of course, you don't even know if escape is a reasonable option. How big is this island? Is there even anywhere you could hide from him, especially given the fact that he must be very familiar with every square inch of it?

As you look at him sleeping next to the fire, you find that your thoughts of escape diminish--not because of the likely futility of any attempt to escape, but because you don't want to leave him.

You know that his name is Jason now, but you have been calling him "Sir," and something about that felt incredibly right. But if you start calling him Jason, maybe that will trigger some of his memories and aid in building communication with him.

One thing is certain. Although there was something incredibly hot about being skullfucked into unconsciousness, you definitely don't want him to accidentally kill you, and you would also prefer to remain conscious when his cock is in your mouth so that you can enjoy it. You are determined to show him that you can suck his dick and get him off without him suffocating you. Somehow, you don't think he'll mind you sucking his dick again, even though he is sleeping.

You slowly crawl over to him, your own dick throbbing, and as you reach his feet, his eyes open. He grins at you and says, "Sah."

"Yes, I'm going to suck your dick," you say, "if that's OK."

"Sah," he says, and his wolfish grin tells you it's definitely OK.

You crawl between his legs as he spreads them, and then you lower yourself gently and longingly, pressing your face into his big, soft cock. Your tongue begins caressing his balls, and his dick begins to get hard again. He props himself up on his elbows to watch you.

He's shoved his dick all the way down your throat before, so you know it fits; it's just a matter of will and effort. Keeping eye contact with him, you push down harder, harder, until he squeezes past your gag reflex and you take him all the way down. You flex your tongue against him, and then pull back up till just his head is in your mouth, taking a big gulp of air, before plunging back down again.

He groans, and you watch his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure, so you keep going.

"Sahh," he moans.

You slowly build up the pace over the course of a few minutes, sweating with the effort, but it pays off. You hear his moaning change; his breathing get harder and faster; and his body quivering.

Then his legs shake and he grips your head, but you pull back, though you keep his head in your mouth and keep sucking it. He looks caught off guard but he lets you stay there, and then he explodes inside your mouth.

You immediately realize that the taste you had in your mouth when you woke up was his cum. The first time he shot straight down your gullet into your stomach so you really didn't taste it. The taste is not exactly pleasant or unpleasant, in a sort of objective viewpoint; but there is nothing objective about what is happening. The fact that what you are tasting is the Man's semen, undoubtedly swimming with copious sperm from those huge bull balls beneath your chin, makes your own balls drain hard and fast. You splatter your small load on the ground as he fills your mouth over and over. You can barely swallow fast enough to keep up.

As he finishes, he lies back and groans in pleasure. You pull back off him, still tasting his cum.

You stare at him, thinking. Communication will be easier now, you think, given that he will be more motivated to keep his new sex toy in reasonably good condition.

But is that all you are? His sex toy? He had you carry water for him. Does he think of you as his pet? His property? His ****? He probably has no notion of what a **** is, but there is no question he is naturally, instinctively dominant. Everything about your interaction with him, from the very first moments, has been about him exerting his power over you. And you have mostly gone along with it. At first it may have mostly been about survival, but now that you've had his dick...now that you have swallowed his cum....

Still, even though he might be naturally dominant, that doesn't mean you can't be friends with him. But is that what you want? "Friends?" That was not what you were thinking as you crawled across the ground, ravenous for more of the cock that had skullfucked you into unconsciousness only a short time before.

You know you want to try to communicate better with him. And you also know that whatever you call him next, even if he doesn't understand it yet, will certainly tell you what you are aiming for with him.

Is he Jason? Or is he Sir?