Chapter 2: And Other Learned Behaviors

“I’m coming!” I yelled back, now taking my time in defiance. Uncle Malcolm wasn’t going to rush me into humiliating myself that easily. I was so wrong. I casually strolled back to the living room where he was still waiting with the door open, but now there was another man standing beside him. A very large man wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. He was bald and had a beard and mustache. He was actually very handsome with his “dad bod”, but he had a look about him that gave me chills.

“It’s about time,” my uncle muttered. “This is Big Mike. Mike, this is my slutty niece Darcy Mae. She’s a good cocksucker, not great, but maybe we can train her over the next few weeks if we can find some volunteers for her to practice with every day. Put this collar on her, if you don’t mind.”

“Nice tits,” Big Mike said as he grabbed my boobs and began squeezing them hard. He couldn’t have known that I love having my breasts manhandled, so I tried to pull away. That was a mistake. He threw me on the couch and was on top of me before I could blink, grabbing my boobs with one hand and sticking three fingers in my kitty with the other. He was huge and the weight of his body was enough to hold me down as I fought to at least appear to be offended. Another mistake. He slapped me and followed up by putting the collar around my neck. Then he pulled out his dick and shoved it into my mouth as he buckled the collar.

“I thought you said she was a slut, Mal? Sluts don’t fight back. They want dick, unless she’s got issues? Maybe she likes it rough. Your call, you want me to fuck her up good or cut her some slack?” Big Mike wasn’t playing. He was strong enough to break me in half.

“Mmmphf, mmmphf!” I attempted to beg for mercy. I was quickly discovering that I was not a fan of pain. I was a complete submissive. It just wasn’t apparent to me how much of a sub I was.

“Let her talk. She’s pretty smart. Hopefully she’s realizing her place,” my uncle interjected.

Big Mike pulled his dick out of my mouth and grabbed my hair and shook my head. “Talk slut.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t like pain. I’ll do whatever you want just don’t hurt me, please?” I said as if I was pleading for my life.

“Nice. Now we know what makes you tick. So let’s see what skills you got.” Big Mike stood up and tossed me on the floor. He moved in front of me, holding his prick and bouncing it up and down, waiting for me to suck him. I grabbed him and began stroking and sucking the head of his dick. He smelled amazing. I don’t know what cologne he was wearing but I was instantly wet. I was so ashamed. I didn’t want to be wet, but the fragrance had an effect on me without a doubt. I stroked him a half dozen times and he suddenly bent over and grabbed my waist. He picked me up, flipped me over, and tossed me back on the couch. I landed on my shoulders facing him with my butt in the air. He grabbed my waist and picked me up vertically. Now I was upside-down and his cock was staring me right in my face.

“Suck it now slut! Like you mean it!” Big Mike demanded. He had one arm around my waist holding me and I felt the palm of his other hand on the back of my head, pushing me towards his dick. I was situated too far down, but I managed to take him in just as he pressed his dick against my mouth. Now his balls were slapping my nose every time he slammed into my mouth. I held my mouth open as wide as I could, feeling them slap against me with every stroke. I was holding onto his butt, trying not to fall, but he had me secured enough that I was able to let go with one hand and grab his balls and squeeze. That seemed to do the trick as he turned and sat on the sofa. With his dick buried in my mouth, he came like a flood deep down my throat. I was still upside-down and my head was buried in the cushions as he held me still and kept his dick in my mouth.