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"I really should be going now or I'll be late" I said, which was true enough, although the real reason I wanted to go was that this guy was creeping me out. He seemed to accept this though and I turned to continue on my way.
A moment later he called out to me again, to get my attention. I considered just walking, pretending that I couldn't hear, but decided that would be rude and glanced back. To my shock, his jeans were now undone and he had his cock in his hand. He smirked and stroked it as I looked.
I should have known he was just some pervert. It's always best to trust your instincts on these things and he seemed weird from the moment he spoke to me. I told him "Get lost creep". I had intended to turn my back and storm off, but somehow found myself fascinated by his cock, throbbing in his hand. I was dimly aware of a girly voice in the back of my mind saying "Oooh, it's so BIG!" as though I wanted to flirt with him.
I became aware that I was staring at his erection as he now spoke "It's alright. There's nothing to be afraid of. This is what you want". His voice was calming, relaxing. It made me want to keep staring, keep watching him running his hand up and down and up and down his cock. "It'll feel so good to submit, to surrender" he said, and I felt a slight tingle of excitement in my loins at those words, even though I knew that this wasn't what I wanted at all. "Let my Big Bad Cock take over your mind". Now this was getting really weird. I knew I definitely should be going now, should get away from this man, get away from this 'Big Bad Cock' as he stroked it up and down and up and down. I vaguely tried to tear my gaze away, but his fingers continued to run up and down, up and down, and his huge cock seemed to swell even more, and my eyes couldn't look anywhere else. It felt so good to watch that hand gently stroking up and down to watch that wonderful, perfect cock before my eyes.
His soothing, calming voice continued "Relax. Let your mind fall under my spell". I wanted so badly to relax, and let this beautiful cock take over. "It will feel so good to give in" he said "Let my cock enslave your mind".
Those words broke through my feeble resistance and echoed through my mind "Cock. Cock. Cock. Enslave your mind. Slave. Mind". He seemed to sense the breakthrough and stepped forward, crossing the gap between us, bringing the wonderful cock closer to me, bringing the huge cock within touching distance, bringing the cock that had control of my mind to within inches of my body. I wanted this so badly now, to be enslaved by this man and his perfect cock.
As I continued to stare at his throbbing erection, I felt his hand on my face, brushing it gently, almost tenderly. His voice came again as though through a fog "It's OK. You want this. You want slavery. You want it so badly". I felt his words in the deepest recesses of my mind. I did want this. To be a slave to his cock. To be controlled by it. To be owned by it. To serve it. To worship it. To live only to please it. As my mind sank into helpless oblivion before its power, I felt my loins stir with an animal lust for this huge cock.
He pushed gently, trying to force me down. I mustered the last reserves of my willpower to fight this, knowing that if I sank down to the ground, if I let him put that wonderful cock in my face, I would be lost forever. He lifted my face, preventing me from looking at his cock, and it was agony, not being able to see it and feel it's power making me weak, making me submissive, making me its slave.
"It's alright" he said "I am the Big Bad Wolf". That should have sounded weird, but it just felt so right, so true. "You want my cock. It's fine. My cock wants you too". I writhed in sexual excitement at those words. "My cock wants to make you its slave. You'd like that wouldn't you?".
I wanted to scream "Yes. Please, yes. That's all I want. Your cock is everything. I need to see it again, to submit to its power, to be its slave". I fought against this, struggling to hide how powerless I was in the presence of his immense manhood. I couldn't stop myself though, from giving the slightest nod of agreement to his words.
He smiled and said "Kneel slave" and again gently pushed me downwards. "Kneel, slave" he commanded again, slightly more forcefully this time, and I knew that I was his slave, a slave to the Big Bad Wolf, a slave to his irresistible cock. I willingly, eagerly sank to my knees, bringing my face down to the level of his Big Bad Cock, so close now that I could kiss it, stroke it, suck it. My fantasies took over my mind then, and I let out a little moan of pleasure at the thought of being a slave to this wonderful cock, and of pleasuring it, making it swell and grow as I worshipped it.
Written by Big Bad Wolf
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